I've been living in a wooden box
in the back of a dusty closet...

I could have killed you
i could have beaten you...

When my hips sway,
I hear no voices...

Her fingers against his skin
her icy breath against his cheek...

Oh god
this feeling cannot be restrained...

Taste the sweet salt in the tears of agony
watch the reflecting moonlight as it gleams among...

Life is just a song
and this is how it goes...

I wake in th morning
only to see you gone...

Through days of snow
no where to go...

Nothings going to change
it never stays the same...

I look around
and see results, success...

Why do I do this
to myself? Rip my smile wide...