• Its hard to look in the mirror
    To connect with his stare
    the stare of a person they call insane
    they call him kooky they call him nuts
    just becuse they saw those cuts
    the cuts of blood the cuts on his wrist
    his blood coverd arms his blood coverd fist
    for he clenches them so tight
    from the pain in his life the pain in his soul
    the part were there is a hole
    its gone its missing its no longer there
    but in its place hate is here
    and of course he gives up without a fight
    becuse in the way he lives there is no light
    at the end of the tunnle he calls life