Everything seems a blur,
Maybe that's just the tears in my eyes...

I see them, those lies,
I watch as they grow in your eyes...

In my field of dead flowers,
Here I could lie for endless hours...

On the last day I admit I cried,
A little piece of my life had died...

It sneaks up on you like a dark shadow,
Destroying everything in its path and ruining...

He gave her a rose,
Beautiful, Blood red...

She was my friend,
But she was only in it for the trend...

I like to sit and think,
Think about how I'm on the brink...

An alluring figure lingers in the darkness,
The Silhouette of his shape draws you in...

Everyone aways says how NICE their brothers are,
It reminds me of how you hit me with that bar...

I have a very strange disorder,
It makes the letters and numbers in a jumpeled...

A solemn face,
That could erase...