EyesWhen I look through your eyes I see endless tears of passion,Your heart has merely been a play toy for all you've known.Your broken heart, broken by all,but claimed to be loved by many.Your mind ponders the meaning of life,but hasn't come up with a clue.Through long days and miserable nights,You have come to conclusion no one is here for you.As I hold your hand I let you know I understand, and that I'll always be here for you.
Love and FreedomDo you want me? What's the matter?You're afraid some door will close?You want the scent without the rose?The moans of love without the chatter?You think our love might be a tomb,The only exit through my pain?You'd rather put things off againTo give your fantasies some room?You think: she's great, but in a whileI might get bored? Or something better,Filling out a tighter sweater,Might flash me a quick come-on smile?You don't want to be tied just yetTo just one future, just one kiss?You think about all you might missAnd hold out for a better bet?Well, fine! But then why do you hauntMe like a jackal night and day?Why, when my interest seems to stray,Are you so sure of what you want?Why, when I dare so much as laughAt some guy's jokes, you go ballistic,Nasty, borderline sadistic,As if somebody touched your stuff?And yet when I hook on to you,You will not let yourself be mine,Take out your fears and draw a lineBetween what you and I can do?But freedom must be mut
Beautiful MistakeLove is the slowest form of suicideYour lips are laced with cyanideBut I'm still addicted to your kissAnd I can feel the tingle on my lipsI hear your lies inside my headI know I'm alive but I feel deadI can't take the pain you causedNothing can replace what I have lostEach cut replaces what I use to knowThe blood is so pretty against the snowI can feel my heart beating fasterAs I stare at my beautiful disasterYou were my favorite mistakeNow you're the cuts I have to makeSoon you'll be my favorite scarI can't handle who you areOutside you see my smiles; I'm faking!Inside you can't see my pain; I'm breaking!I'm good at hiding, great at pretendingNo one knows my life is endingI'm silent even when I'm screamingI'm awake even when I'm dreamingI'm not alive even when I'm breathingMy heart's broken even when it's beatingI feel the blood seep through the skinYou're every mark, every sinYou're the name my wrist is bleedingYou're the name my voice is screamingYou're t