The only help which he Ever Gave.
Was The Night That he did Concieve...

Feeling all depressed and not seeing the light
Heading astray and into the night...

The Pressure The tension.
To look The way We do...

The girl in the mirror.
Has a happier life...

Siting up Alone in the Dark.
Listening to the creatures Of the Night...

Broken Hearts
And Crushed Dreams...

All these types of Anger.
Which she Keeps to Herself...

Love And Pain.
Regrets And Tears...

I still don't understand,
why you did what you did to me...

Sometimes i can't help,
but hate who've I've become...

I'm sitting here lifeless
with a pillow full of tears...