I used to be a person
I used to actually feel...

Nothing in the world
Can change as much as me...

Everyone wants freedom in some sort of way,
but freedom means no rules...

The blood slowly drips
The inky smell...

No picture nor painting
can compare...

What are we
who are we...

A petal of love
A drop of blood...

A tragedy is a horrible thing.
We try to avoid it, but sometimes it just happens...

I see a dew drop
fall from life...

Punch myself in the face
pray to stay another day...

How do you tell someone
something you can't even...

Inside I'm screaming
but no one hears...