Ghost of YouDown on my knees for youBegging please stopPicking the good out of meHeaving on the floorI need youBut you're killing meI look in the mirrorMy reflection beckons backWho is she?Someone falling through the cracks,That you have made in her broken heartSomeone begging on her knees for you to shut upJust a girl who wants to be beautifulJust running from the edgeInto this world unknownFinding nobody, but the ghost of you...
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.It is impossible to lift.it is impossible to breathe.It is impossible to see.It is the only thing that can be heard.It is why the stars disappear at night.It is why every light drifts by without stopping.It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.It is why nothing else matters in the end.It is my disease.It is my disability.It is my misfortune.It is my death sentence.
Always DefeatedI just run; faster than the wind. I can't stay. I won't. All of this hurts
To remain standing, when all I am, is torn down.Can you hear my screams?Or just the silenceAs I take a step into the unknown, will you hold my hand? Will you ever believe in me?I keep trying but, all those words spoken, make me want to cry; to give up and to let go of all I know.And you know the pain never stops. It's like a never ending empty void, which is sucking me in and I wonder when this will be done.Will I be the one who won?Or will I be the loser everyone knows me to be?
DeceptionA rubber band on my wrist,A fake smile blurred over my mouth,The words "I'm fine" are really a shout.You have no idea what it means,I hide it all so well,But not everything's always as it seems.Fooled by deception, fooled by lies,The invisible mask is a great disguise.Clever I am, clever I'm not,The truth is what's being sought.