Feel the cold upon my neck
Feels like I'm the lucky one
to turn away from all my troubles
wait for emptiness to come..
a face that cried now dries its eyes
cuz pain is now part of itself
can't stand aside and look within..
what do you fear when you're in hell.
I make a scratch unto the wall
but it remains unchanged beside me...
so tell me what difference does it make
if it's the last thing I see...
mirrors scorn me with hate
cuz life is too hard to take
and I don't need someone to talk to
because I have no more to say.
