I started again...
the drugs, the cutting...

Beauty casts in shadows
to be locked away for eternity...

Even the concrete rose
has a life that is torn...

Day by day... life passes by
month by month... I do not cry...

I wouldn't look if I was you
broken by the years...

I don't know how long it can last,
when my heart and soul is stuck in the past...

I bleed for every night
I bleed straight through the night...

I've screamed in silence
for far to long...

I get caught up
and my mind becomes clear...

She struggles to be free
free from life and misery...

Looking in the mirror
to find my invisible face...

Something primitive as if your voice called me
in languages I hadn't heard before...