He slides his fingers up through her hair.
It is merely dusk...

Why must I live like this,
A life lived wrong...

Every day and every night,
I turn n bed...

I wish I could tear parts away,
Leave the behind me...

I really don’t get you sometimes,
May sound mean...

Here i lay in bed,
resting peacefully...

It repeated its self,
time and time again...

If you could only see,
how much I love you...

Life sucks,
then you die...

What's black, is white,
what's bad is good...

These cuts,
these wounds...

You hold my hand,
and my life is pure bliss...