Shelter I crave... Shatter this mirror and the creatures there, cutting me.
"It's always the ugly who write all the most beautiful songs"
But I find no sympathy inside of me. I damn these lights I damn these eyes.
I curse the truth and from all I cannot hide.
I curse the truth and I burn in the Light, I burn in their eyes.
Another sunrise and I decry, every breath's a curse and all my hope is a lie.
I raise my hood again to hide my face and search inward for feeling, finding empty space.
I walk alone the path to tragedy, an ugly voice and ugly words are all I'll leave.
Locked doors and photos all that comfort me,
Solitude my shackles, I'm protecting you, why can't you see.
Damn these eyes, Curse this life.