Memories of the past
They will always last...

It looked nothing like this
It was a lot darker...

Tired... Sick and tired.
Waiting in line for shots to be fired...

Sometimes she falls
Everytime she stalls...

Who am I?
I am alive...

Everyday that passes
Ends with even more losses...

The Sword without a sheath
those within its reach...

They bleed, They Cry, They see
But they are wrecked...

I'd give it all away
This life of mine...

She asks herself a question
The same one she asks herself every day...

I've been given a fresh start
But I'm still torn apart...

Ups and Downs
I face the world with a frown...