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

It is a cold night, endless and icy,
and I sit alone reading a newspaper...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why am I here?
What's to be done to me...

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

Have you had cold showers of pain
My friend, you've stood in my rain...

As I lye down in the depths of great misery,
the storm engulfs my body, my being...