He told her to let him go
That he cant love her anymore...

What is the point of this
hollow bleak existence...

Damaged beyond repair
a body without a soul...

The Hawk,
Closed off...

The Joker to my Harley
You're crazy matches mine...

Nothing I do is good enough
It feels like I am a punching bag for them...

Dante pulls out the lily
its orange petals...

"A smell of wine and cheap perfume"
Spilling from his earphones...

With the lies that fall
so smoothly off your lips...

I am the self proclaimed
Life's court jester...

Remember our promise
If you jump...

Slash
goes the jokers blade...