It seems I only believe in true Love when it exists in the Lives others
Fascinated with stories about Friends who eventually became Lovers
Like most I've been hurt left with scars and stories to tell
Troubled nights of broken sleep trying to fit in between Heaven and Hell
Lost in the shadow of Death
Memories of my Mother as she lay to rest
Trying to let go but I'm drawn to the madness
My Brother is Depression and my Sister is Sadness
I tear through love like a prisoner running free
Killing hearts like a murderer in the first degree
Love me and leave me at this point I'm use to being alone
Your tears can't affect me because I have tears of my own
You can't break me I'm already broken so aim and shoot at will
I'm not so damaged that I can't I just choose not to feel
Before I close my eyes and take this last pill
I pray that I'll awake from this dream and Love will be real


Again