I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never