My rage is on the top
When I look at this world in chaos
I explode inwardly and I don't want to become like that
I look into the mirror and see a monster with bloody hands
I wander and beat wildly around
Is that all what have could been?
My thoughts become iller and iller
The days always gray and tears always heavy
Is everything in this world ill what lives?
God help me because I never could do this alone
In this mirror I look
I see what's real
Inside I'm sick this to feel
On my hands there sticks the blood I never can wash away
Impulsive