*I'm doomed to th spitting image of you,*
*and the opposing of truth...

*Sad, angry eyes*
*perfect shape and size...

*Pictures say athousand words but to me they only...

*I hear a voice but can't answer its call,*
*I see the blood but feel nothing at all...

*I will find the faith I lost*
*you will win at all costs...

Paint me Pretty
so I can dance...

Zack, the zebra had no friends,
so he liked to play pretend...

I'll search the spaces
under your skin...

Withering angels
lay around the light...

Another drink
another rush...