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 cried now dries its 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 the 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.