Hide my pain,
Behind a smile...

Punching the boxing bag,
Over and over...

The sleepless nights we spend talking,
The sad times that you send walking...

Even though we have different familys,
Different mothers...

I dont bother to cry,
Either way im going to die...

At the young age of only 4,
My blood was scattered all over the floor...

Pick my heart up off the floor,
I feel like my sympathy has just walked out the...

Dad came in stumbling drunk,
He looked at us like we were a piece of junk...

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love...

I try to fit in,
doing the things you want me to do...

The cloud of darkness and evil within,
Is moving swiftly over the horizon...

-Love-
It gets harder each time it comes around...