To him life is a game,
a game of misery and pain...

From spring, the flowers and the sun filled days,
To long, dark nights of tear filled rage...

All i want for Christmas is...
a guy to hold me tight...

I thought u loved me.
i thought u cared...

All the things you've said and done
how you thought you had won...

I love you,
but i hate you...

She always wanted to succed in life
to put forth her best effort...

All this pain is built up inside of me
And it wont go away...

Roses die
love fades...

Chaos bottled inside of me
waiting to be free...

I was only eleven,
when you passed away...

The demon within her consumes her
on cut just isnt enough...