In our place we call home..
We hide away from the rest of the world..
Locked away in our room,sitting our backs against the wall..while our heads hang low to let the tears drop to the ground...
Pain covers our body while we shake away the fear...Looking out into the darkness of our room to see nothing but the reflection in the mirrors of ourself...
Not proud of who we are..we cut away what seems to be the hopelessly used by our body..
Nothing can help us now..
We are dead on the inside..
Dead on the out.
We hide away from the rest of the world..
Locked away in our room,sitting our backs against the wall..while our heads hang low to let the tears drop to the ground...
Pain covers our body while we shake away the fear...Looking out into the darkness of our room to see nothing but the reflection in the mirrors of ourself...
Not proud of who we are..we cut away what seems to be the hopelessly used by our body..
Nothing can help us now..
We are dead on the inside..
Dead on the out.
