Are we mirrors of ourselves?
create this image...

Stabbed in the heart
going cold...

I hurt inside
i hurt more than anyone can know...

She lies there, inside glass,
curtains blinding the summer sun...

You're lost in nowhere
you're in the wrong place...

And do your
fingertips...

Remember to let go
remember what’s important...

A pretty rose so silent
ash crumbles in its bed...

Imagine a world
with no stars in the sky...

So surprised
as the earth shook me...

I’m now finished
yet not complete...

The psychos in my head
the psychos in my head...