Beyond Reason
Toward Despair...

The wind blows through her hair,
As she stands there looking down at the rushing...

You don't understand what you mean to me,
you don't even care...

Free of cost,
But dangerous...

I'm sitting here,
Without You...

Watch it pierce my skin,
the blood slowly trickles down my arm...

Some folks take like one day at a time. Others...
So give me your hand...

I Wake Up,
Blade In My Hand...

It was never my fault.
The screaming and the harsh works...

The blade is dull,
and my arm is red...