It's my depression, My regression
Into darkness, Into Hell...

You ask me why I do it,
I ask you why not...

Another cliche,
An overused phrase...

Depression waits
A lion on the hunt...

I am lying now.
Not crying's how...

Our Past is made of Misery
Of Pain without an end...

Memories.
In the night...

I loved you.
With all my heart...

My puppet string philosophies
Complete with all the...

Broken and Betrayed
Another lie...

It's Mid-July in humid Spain
The running of the bulls...

How pretty she is when she falls down.
How ugly when she cries...