| Noose... |
Ghosts from the past haunt me. Why did I let it go? Why did I choose to change? Was I ever happier? What made me who I was? Who made me what I am?
"I used to be so big and strong, I used to know my right from wrong, I used to never be afraid; I used to be somebody. I used to have something inside, now just this hole that's open wide, I used to want it all; I used to be somebody."
When will I be able to say this? Can I truly say this now? Yes, I can say it now because I live it now.
Cry for me. Bleed for me. Scream for me.
Love for me.
When Everything Was Ugly... - And Ugly It Remains...