There's a story to be told,
But where to begin...

I didn't know what it meant,
That we were drifting apart...

Looking at an old picture of me,
Through the broken glass...

I wont look in a mirror;;
For i dont like what i see...

Once upon a better time,
There was an angel with no wings...

A clear tear,
Makes the blood smear...

He says he wants to die;;
But i tell him not to...

One piece of artwork
I know i've mastered...

I wished upon a falling star
And saw it tumble down...

The bitter sweet taste,
Of your breath circling my lips...

've always been a loser,
Yeah; The out cast of my class...

I've been blamed for their deaths,,
So I dont know what to think...