see the lover through the lensnever believeA word he sayshe touched my souland stole my heartand watched me slowlyfall aparthis hands can't healhis ha..
At the funeralMom touched the woodOf your coffinAnd told youIt was okay to goIt was doneIn a dream I saw you smileYour skin had lifeYou knew you were ..
I want to trust my handsTo do what is rightBut they are tied behind my backMy mind is a hand of slightTrick of the light.The lies you believeThe parts..
My father is the epitomeof hypocrisy He is Jekyll and Hydetwo different people on the insideHe tells me he loves meBut I don't think he knows the mean..
They say I am too young for thisAs if suffering has an age limitAs if it is something you graduate intoNot something you die out ofI was sure they had..
Words are sticky thingsThey get caught on my fingers and in my hairThey are a thick fogI wrap around myselfTo wear as clothesAnd when I go to bed each..
what will happen will not fadeit will not be outworn by the months we counttime is the disguiserthe deceiverand the soul eaterto ask for hopeand give ..