A plain box with nothing but a name,
containing things meant to be thrown away...

Every night I can't stop
thinking about you...

Drawing blood with every slash
More pain with every slash...

Breathing is just a way to pass time
Until I commit my next crime...

As she looks in the mirror she sees nothing but...
Her heart is black her soul is cold...

I can't be who I want to be
false truths, secrets...

Too many issues, not enough time
Things keep spinning...

I'm standin here,
my heart in my hands...

I've shed all my tears
There's nothing left to fall...

Behind these eyes lies a broken soul
A cold distant child from a broken home...

I look in the mirror and see a lost soul,
A cold lonely person who's lost their way...