Through the years I kept believing
that you were another victim of his merciless...

It's not until you're old enough
that you realise too late...

I am leaving my plans of silence behind,
since it appears out of my hands now...

I know you are not worth my thoughts or pain,
but there is always a shadow of you that remains...

The mirror inside of me has two different faces,
each shard of glass holding a story of my life...

People always question “where is the love?”
but isn't that up to you to decide...

I might whisper into a rainbow
but I talk more fiercely tot he black cloud...

Now I know what everyone means
by alcoholics becoming scavengers of their own...

Someday you'll remind me of the heart I used to...
but thanks to your betrayal...

No one ever got to me the way that you did,
with all the words that you said...

I hate that all the pieces of your love
shine between my sorrow...

I know I keep putting this ink of mine away,
but each new disaster keeps me coming back for...