You look at me,
we're not so prety...

I've been searching for that median,
somewhere between right and wrong...

Beauty entwined with a devilish grin
lust embarked on a course of decay...

My feelings are the ink that fills this pen,
this pen that I let bleed onto this paper...

Take all these posessions,
set fire to them all...

I hold out the gun,
I aim and I squeeze...

I want to admit,
that I am just I fool...

With each new day,
brings new nights...

The clouds roll by,
through the bluest sky...

People are born,
and people die...

Through the depths of time,
I've lost sight of all that is right...

This is an endless masterpiece,
stringing along each and every day...