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 cries now dries it's 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 yhe 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...
