• The light of the day dies off.
    The cold of the world sets in.
    What I thought was love is just another sin.
    Everyone is a lost soul, I am just one of the few who are aware.
    There are cetain amounts of pain we can only bare.
    You can't really describe the hurt that hits you like a thousand knives.
    This kind of pain takes so many lives.
    This kind of pain you can't hide.
    This pain becomes an addiction too hard to break.
    You have to lie and everything turns out to be fake.
    There is one way out of this and that is death.
    A selected few choose to suffer until their last breath.
    We mostly enjoy the pain and agony.
    Too many scars to count.
    Feeling pain is much better than the emptiness we feel inside.