Broken mirrors and ripped up pictures are all that's left from the faint remnants of your carried soul, standing alone and I don't know what to do. I
(Instrumental)
Forgetting faces, forgetting times, remembering days I've left behind. Becoming the person I've always hated and betraying the ones I've created. Looking
I've spent so much time imprisoned in my mind, told to shut up and sit down, to close my eyes. I've realized what they've done to me, trying numbing
I chose death over life, wanted to meet my maker I was dying inside. Pain too great to deal with me made me try to take my life. But now I've seen the
