• Each day grows longer than the last
    My mind is dwelling on the past

    Every time I look into the mirror
    My face is distorted by fear

    My fake happy acts are staged
    My true feelings are caged

    Glass shattered on the floor
    Huddled by the empty door

    Tears like acid rolling down my face
    My life is such a waste

    Blood dripping from a knife
    I'm struggling for my life

    Your shadowing over me
    Letting me suffer letting me be

    You have cut me up to where there is nothing more
    You have won the bloody war