216 Used (To Be)
Everything i am
This is not as much fun as it used to be
Nothing is ever going to me as much to me
I've drinken from a chalice full of tears from an angel
Drowning in a pool of desire
Fear and anger this time not my fault
I cannot recall ever feeling this lost
It's painted on my face everything that i stand for
I look into the mirror into the eyes of a stranger