If I ask you this question
What side of me will you see...

My life is perfect
my life is bright...

The time I met you
it began...

All I want
is some to understand...

The pain;
purely physical...

This dried out pen
and this wet paper...

How many times
have i been told...

Constant memories of what you've done;
reminders of what I've become...

Have you ever felt such a wrathful
revengeful, spiteful...

Fickle.
constantly changing...

All of my angels
ad all of my demons...

They say i don't belong
they say I'm better than this...