In the corner of my room,
Every single night...

Bleed me dry
And hold my life In your fist...

Why am I always feeling this way?
Why can't I for one moment be okay...

All I am is in me,
All I am aches to be free...

My pen doesn't have the ink,
Nor my mind the wit...

When something is hurting
You can't fix it on your own...

Heaven cries black velvet raindrops,
Red rivers of crimson run the banks...

As I put this pen to paper,
I let my emotions go...

The keenness lent to wrong belief
I thought the blade was cutting deep...

Yes I live a lie
this smiley happy-go-lucky outside is a facade...

Isn't it funny how things work out?
Isn't it so god damn hilarious when they don't...

It's the hope you have in you
that keeps you from giving up...