masked-angel

Through his eyes I see the pain I see the world and it's misery Through his eyes I live my life through the dark and through the shame You wouldn't begin to understand no matter how hard you try Through his eyes Through his eyes I hear the pain I see the misery.

I'm racing through a hall of mirrors trying to find the right reflection. It can be so hard when everybody's gone Everything's the same but when I turn around I see your face and I know that you want me too and I don't feel so lonely anymore I'm trying to find my smile maybe yours along the way too I can't see my frown lying on the floor

I may have the white picket fence in my front yard, and I may have perfectly combed flowers in my window sills, but inside lies something more. Nothing but shadows. Haunting pictures are plastured on all the walls, secrets unfolded. The sun may be outside, but there is still nothing but shadows for me. The way I see it, is that it doesn't matter how you look on the outside, but on how you feel in the inside. Can I be free from this haunting of shadow's fingers, grasping onto my frail body? I want to breath again! But that will not happen, because it can't happen. Many people have come to inspect me, but they overlook the hints I give to the r

Behind these hollowed walls lies a girl who cries. Her tears, they fall from the sky they fall for the rain. Help! she calls save me from the lies. Her identity hidden from them hidden from me. Some people say, she's so beautiful. Her smile, It's so wonderful It's so beautiful She's painted it on to choose her own way. painted. no one believes, I don't believe.

                        fly...                               fly away...                                               the world's been watching...                      free...                               free yourself...                                                     the world's been caring...                     break...                                break away...                                                     you've been screaming aloud.                                It's time to fly,                                It's time to be free,                                It's time to break away...        

Life is sometimes empty Love is sometimes full A shoebox is just there. Behind a door into a closet under many papers is a secret. secrets need to be told The shoebox was opened but inside was nothing Empty and silent. Just an empty shoebox worn and torn useless just like me.

Walking down an empty lane, faces turned all my way. They don't know what they see, but some idiot's stolen me. I'm kind of alone, in an unkept world. misunderstood, I want to hurl. Yes, they're all looking, but do they see the real me? Yes, they see my smile, but do they see my tears? That is why, I am Kind of alone, because I really am alone, in a sea of unreal lies.

There is a time for war, When blood is spilt on the ground and the streets are stained with hate. When brokedown tears fall from the sky, Painting the earth red...                There is a time for peace...                                   now is not that time.

Goodbye my dear love!                      Adieu, Adieu.                 Until we meet again,               I love you, I love you.

You made me unworthy, yelled at me, swore at me too. I just took it in, and believed you. I'm the one who's guilty to let you go that far punish me God! but let me love you. I hate you friend, not God, but you "friend". You can hate me for me hating you, but remember- you're the one who made me hate you.