It's all i hear when he's around
mother screaming...

He is the love of my life
who kept me away from this knife...

You changed my life
but only for the worst...

Religion, the cause of
prejudice, cause of...

I spotted you from a distance
standing alone...

I'd walk that winding road
I'd swim across that ocean...

She left the bloody razor
lying on the floor...

**i know this isn't a very good poem but i just...
if i could take back all the things i said...

Shattered mirrors
bloody fists...

Thinking back to being a child
and growing up in a hell...

The bottle is getting lower
my skin is going pale...

We could sing a song
and play a pretty melody...