LaughterLaughing, screaming, laughing loudly,laughing at my own useless life.The laughter comes from my own soul,the laughter or a million women.What did I do to deserve this...Nothing at all but it''s funnyHow the best of women are hatedand handed what brings them most pain.But gather round and laugh with me,laugh while the pain grows more intense.Just laugh with me, laugh until the end.
Grave DiggerHis eyes turned dark with fury.His anger fueled by hatred.His sadness deepened by loss.His soul ripped out of his life.His life had no more meaning.His love had no more power.He lost what he most wanted.Now he lies six feet uner,and you are the gravedigger.
A Fear of Losing the GameThe cold blade is now against your wristand what is it doing to help?Wanting to let it glide through your skinit's simply a need for help.Suicide seems like the only way outwhen truly you just need some help.Taking in all the thoughts of the pastwhy won't you ask for help?Grabbing the bottle of pills by the sinkwhen you just need to grab a phone.Sinking your teeth through the bottle capwhen you could just dial the phone.Think about all the ones you'd effectif your wish would finally come true.Just remember there's always someonesitting there, waiting for you.Because suicide...is only a fear of losing the game.
LoveWhat is love, can you tell me?I need to know, what it is.Is it good, or of the dark?Is it rife. or is it not?Can I hold it and keep it,Or should I push it away?Should I receive it, or give it?Should I store it in my heart,Or should it be in my mind?I can't explain what love is,But I can say "I love you"
LostLost in a world of endless hate--bound by the darkness of this world.I see no escape, no way out.I see no more--I am now blind.What is the reason for living?When all that's left is fully dead.What more is there I ask of you.No Zion in sight, no refuge.No end is found, no end to thiswhat can I do to get away?Away from myself--from this worldfree me I plea, find what is lost.
ButterflyA butterflywith broken wingsis no longerconsidered beautiful.Her dreamsare crushedno longer able tofly.She's got nowhere to go,nothing to do,nothing to stand for.With her patterns destroyed,she's got nothing.Her outer beauty has been lostthough some lies within.It's up to herto find it.A butterflywith broken wingsis still beautifulif you look deep enough.
Will we be different?Will we be something different?Different than the rest of them?Will we be happy?Maybe even in love?Will what we say always be true?Like when we say forever,do we mean it?When you make me a promise,will you keep it?Will you be loyal and loving?Care for me when I need you?You tel me not to worry,that your mine and here to stay.I sure hope you don't change your mind.I love you.I mean it when I say forever.I'll keep the promises I makeand I promise that somewhere inside,I'll always love you.Forever.