Photographs in a desperate reach for a clue into who I am.
With only the distant past as reference,
I fail to feel any connection to the bones under my skin.

The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him.
Empathy is the poor man's cocaine and love is just a chemical by any other name.

I'd rather drown than ask for help.
I wish I was someone else.
Mr. Perfect, Misconstrued.
Lead the way, follow through,
Probably hate me, I do too.
You're so much like me I feel sorry for you but I think you're pretty, pretty sure.

We share pain.
You took me by the throat and made me understand the world as if I were you and I couldn't breathe.

I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting, try to kill it all away but I remember, everything.

Everyone I know, goes away in the end.
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear.
You are someone else, I am still right here.


If I could start again, a million miles away...
I would keep myself,
I would find a way.

YOU - look into my eyes and try to find a breath of life
SEE - all the mysteries and secrets that I kept disguised
THROUGH - all the perfect insecurities I meant to hide
ME - ain't no way because I always feel so dead inside.