2006-04-02 - 1:12 AM
Another self-destructive rampage
Like a sixth sense, I can feel it growing
More blood scrawled on another page
Less reason to keep on going
I had so much willpower
The proof is that I’m still here
Now it’s wilted like a dying flower
And without it, I’m an ever-falling tear
Love.. there’s so much love inside of me
But it always turns to hate
Hate.. so much hate destroying me
And its growth is never-ending
Feelings are fleeting
As is faith and believing
Now all three are leaving
And this time they’re not coming back
