I stare into you eyes,
I try to look past the skin...

She goes through days crying inside
wrapped in tears of lace...

I stand before the mirror
And look at the self posing contrast...

Life is a mystery,
You cannot chose your path...

Eyes filled with nothing
No substance to embrace...

On the 12 of September 3 people died,
All the people who new them well drowned there...

Life is a mystery,
You cannot chose your path...

My time is getting shorter,
My breath is running out of air...

My heart...as much as it is mine
i give to you...

I love you, and I need you
Theres these feelings deep within...

Im sorry im not a skank
To increase the population...

I know I’m not the best looking
And that you could get anyone you like...