Feel the cold upon my neck. Feels like I'm the lucky one To turn away from all my troubles. Wait for emptiness to come. A face that cries now dries it's eyes. 'Cuz pain is now part of itself. Can't stand aside and look within. What do you fear when you're in hell. I make a scratch unto yhe wall, But it remains unchanged beside me. So tell me what difference does it make, If it's the last thing I see... Mirrors scorn me with hate, 'Cuz life is too hard to take. And I don't need someone to talk to, Because I have no more to say...