How we look
And what we say...

It’s cold and wet
The skies are gray...

It'll never be okay
things will never be right...

I hate to love and I love to hate
It might just be too late...

I'll keep on cutting
As long as I'm hurting...

If only I had the guts
I'd do it again; do it right...

It seems the pain
has become unbearable...

And you take another step
closer to breaking my heart...

A secret kept deep within
dwelling deep inside of me...

It's hard to walk
with this knife in my back...

**this one isn't really good but oh well**
a never ending pain...

I never hear the truth
everything's a lie...