Demons Rip Apart My Insides To Know i Shall Soon...
Be There No Demon To Bring About My Destruction...

True, I hold a fear,
In all associations with one word...

I wanna be weak, but strong,
i wanna be soft, but hard...

I want to let my princess know
i strive for her beauty...

Id like to tell you a story,
Although I must warn...

Each day another failure,
Striving to impress a fickle heart...

A desire stirring within,
To fall into my cold abyss...

Sitting, my hand on the glass, looking through to...

Laughing at me while my sentence has been past,
She screams in the mirror 'Defy me No more...

You cannot hold my hand,
For it has been drenched for unseen sins...

Heavy lids lift the weight,
Peer out into the nothing...

Standing alone into a mirror clear,
Watching my dirty sins disappear...