Images and thoughts race through my mind
The idea that i was once clean not impure.
He took something that I'd like back.
But i grew up in a world full of hate.
A world of aggression and ungodly influences
A foul liquid and a numbing feeling.
A thin piece of metal so little
But it could take a life as we speak.
And a river of blood
It'll turn into a flood
Oh my god
What have I done?
Theres something I should tell you
But the words come to a halt.
My thoughts that once raced
All came to a stop.
As I remember who I used to be
And the worst is my smile
That I had to run a mile
And thats its still just a mask.