Black are the wings that I’ll use to fly.
Red is the color of the tears I shall cry.
Truth is how I shall choose to lie.
Living is the way I know I must die.

Off of sickness into dementia I fell.
Out of the irony, into the well.
In darkest pain, I flourish, I dwell.
I live in the depths of my very own hell.

Tormented mentality leads a desolate way.
There is no end to the price I will pay.
The night of my mind never meets the day.
The girl you once knew has fallen away.

The end of my sanity begins in my head.
When I am awake as I rest on my bed.
I can remember all that the visions have said.
Everytime I realize that I should be dead.

I wish that I could make you see.
If only I could make you believe.
This is not what I know I should be.
I don’t know myself, this cannot be me.

You know I’m not normal, I am deranged.
You think that I'm slowly going insane.
You cannot fix things that you cannot change.
We are all damaged. Our pain is the same.