Whenever you are sad and cry
I wish I could just hold you tight...

Don’t tell me what I can’t do.
You know I’d rather fight...

What is happiness… without the misery?
What is truth… without a lie...

Like a knife trough butter,
This blade goes trough my skin...

There’s a pain in my mind,
This is hard to describe...

Somewhere along the way,
I took a wrong turn...

Imagine a world,
A world without me...

Long red lines,
Covering my arm...