My life is a horrible dream
I'm living in hell every scene...

I wake up ready for the day
i wake up thinking of all the pain...

I don't know what to do
I feel the blood ready to burst...

Why me why here
i cant do anything now...

This girl is not like others
but shes been hurt just the same...

I'm living in this world I created
Everything seemed so perfect...

I turn on my radio
and i hear this slow sweet song...

People tell me to tighten the screw thats loose
but how do i get rid of these voices...

My blood drips down
and my veins run dry...

This thing called life
is only a game...

I turn and talk to you
hoping that you are real...

Where should I start?
You lived my life for me...