Two shadows standing on the corner,
Moods are dark and black...

I sit, staring at the ceiling,
Just thinking about my life...

I wonder through burnt down towns
Seeing what’s left of the diaster...

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But you can’t see me...

My friend comes to me
With her little problems...

I find myself crying, sometimes I don't know why,
Crying to myself...

What’s the point in being here?
What’s the point in living...

I wish I was dead
That all my loved ones were alive...

I’ve lost who I am
I’ve lost the real me...

I stand in front of my mirror
Knife waiting in hand...

The world is filled with broken promises
Like parents, saying they love each other...

Dreams, broken and shattered
Like the mirror in my room...