The worst thing about me is something inside
I show you the smile, but the pain I hide...

Some days..
Being awake doesn't mean being alive...

What is this place
Where our souls cry...

Why you went, where did you go,
theres just so much we'll never know...

The first flesh torn,
it cuts real deep...

All perfect u may seem
so sheltered and naive...

Basing my life on following this voice
everything is enveloping.. its growing faint...

We're so desperate
to be found...

I flushed down the toilet, most of my pills,
I cried the last tears for all your cheap thrills...

Fake smiles
full of lies...

And with your breath on my face
everything is perfect now...

Today I woke up with a feeling,
Knowing something was so wrong...