As I stare into thine eyes
I see your pain, I hear your cries...

Goths and emo's are not the same
Goths are evil and emo's a name...

You're sitting there upon you're bed,
thoughts are racing through your head...

The voices screaming in my head
writing down words with charcoal lead...

To play with love
is to play with hate...

I'm standing here inside my maze
no way out, my thoughts a haze...

Me and you are forged as one
love burrning as an eternal sun...

The drug will make you his own slave
he is what you beg, he is what you crave...

Fear will conquer if your weak
conquer it and it won't leak...

Death is nothing but a slave
for your soul doth he crave...

No one knows what life's about
all we do is fight and shout...

(one thing about this..it doesn't rhyme so just...
I can see the pain behind your eyes burning your...