My imagination filled with glee
seeing you with me...

A war against myself. except i am losing, deeper...

The sun has settled down
and the moon shining bright...

I hate looking in the mirror when i search so deep...

She is blinded from those who care blocks them out...

She bites her lip the blood oozes into her mouth...

I am a battle wound that a kiss cannot make better...

So i burn in my own agony you are too blind to...

My brittle bones breaking beneath this pressure...

So lets smile;
with our intentions high...

So put me on trial
for these words that i speak...

Running fast to the beat
knowing your heart is my defeat...