Night terrors, dark rooms and the feeling of being alone
It doesn't matter what's said, but only what's shone
Look into the mirror again my dear it's cracking
The voices aren't shutting up..the mirrors suffering repercussions
You begin smacking
Shards scattered across your bedroom floor
They almost resemble your heart don't they?
Go on, lock the door
That way your cries for help won't be heard
Your way passed help,this is the point of no return
One here , one there..they begin to add up
Worthless, Hopeless, Pathetic..
Those words are starting to show up
Night terrors, dark rooms, and the feeling of being alone
Push back my sleeves you'll see that this story was once my own.