Dancing on the flames of hell,
i feel the lump in my throat begin to swell...

Lying here and questioning what could have been,
lying here and trying to forget all the things...

Why did you have to leave that way,
I am still hoping that you can see the pain I face...

Devoured by the demon of time
staring with beady eyes...

Seeking a release
and a way to be free...

The flowers i smell
are of a funeral sort...

We all have choices to make in life,
we all have visions...

I feel like I am trapped
and unable to escape...

Smiling as life passes her by
trying to hide her urge to die...

Like a fragile porcelain doll
it is my soul that has been sold...

It all happened so fast that i just didn't see,
see the true happiness invested in me...

Times are hard
Nobody knows...