It's hard to look in a mirror
and hate everything you see...

When i look into their eyes
i see no warmth, only cold...

Pouring sheets of rain
turn red as they touch the ground...

The twilight gathers
and i feel the pain...

I'm so sick of everything
sometimes i just wonder what it'd be like to die...

I walk along side him
I stare at the lines...

I'm sure you know by now,
for i have told you many times before...

I hate your lies
can you please just go die...

I finally found
that I'm better off alone...

I can't help but love you
even though its wrong...

He pulls the strings
we do a little dance...

We all sit at our desks
just listening like clones...