I can't be the image you make-believe
Nor can I uphold this facade you concieve...

I never thought I'd make it this far
I swore by my 17th birthday I'd be dead...

Your words weigh my mind like heavy bricks.
Falling one by one off those damn dry lips...

So life's got you down and not much is left to...
These empty words fall off your lips and die away...

Insanity wraps itself around my head
Twisted thoughts consuming me...

The scars on my skin scream bad memories
Times in the past where I lost all hope...

Wasting away in these shadows
As my rationale thoughts dissolve away in the wind...

A sadness so deep
It grows like a tumor...

I stand in front of the mirror
On this particular night of nights...

Drink this in like it's my last drop
Awaken the spirit to put the past to sleep...

Casualties all around me
One by one they fall...

Standing on this pile of dirt called Earth
Floating in an endless space...