Hide behind your wall,
so every time you fall,
nobody will see who you really are.
Why are you afraid of revealing your feelings?
World Of Lies
The world is a place of imagination,
a place where all is real,
Push the screw into my temple,
give me the headache that i've begged for.
Push the neddle deep into my heart,
my heart has been broken so many times before.
my passion for you,
you may never know,
so why is it that we hide all our love behind something called hate?
why do we even hate when we know we will die soon anyway?