• despair with me
    repair me
    only you can heal my wounds
    but its not rite
    the choice is not mine to make
    this isnt my life
    ive died
    and my perfect
    forever with you will be gone
    the lies and mistrust pile up
    hatred towards the true moster
    for he must die
    the mirror shows exactly who it is
    i know what to do... i am the one
    who has ruined my perfect dream
    but its not me
    but how cant it be
    when your the only thing thats ever mattered
    your not choosing me
    only subbing me in for pain and a purpose
    but your not
    why is it
    that the siplest thing in life
    just became the hardest
    but this perfect sense makes a
    perfect image
    a sighn in witch ever thing is together
    but this feeling isnt natural but in the end
    we shall surely parish and ill always be alone
    but only in the end...
    but ive always been alone...
    the end will decide....