When you wish upon a star it collides and crashes and burns to ashes

Inside this mirror, I see myself
Trapped behind a face no longer mine
I seem to be the only one
Who can see my bitter decline

And the cracks in the concrete are reminders that you fall apart, no matter how strong you are

Im an Angel of darkness my own plight
I will never match up to your cascading light

Love is like war,
Easy to begin
Hard to finish

I dont like the color gold
But I love your eyes

Brush strokes on an empty canvas
Painting away my life
Painting Passion as a Golden hue
Theres that golden Rose
Blossoming anew

Descression is advised
Lonelyness seeks the eyes
Empty hearts own demise

The day has become my Era of Depression

I need to get high again
The shots of Love and of Lust
Are wearing thin