GaoGoa

When the rest of the world Is rising above you, There is only one thing left to do. Look away, look away... When the strings of your heart Are tangled around, Look away When you're falling down. Why do you fight this? Why do you roam? Where is your foundation? Where is your home? Look away, look away... Reach out for anything, Anything at all. But you know there is nothing When you fall. Look away, look away... When the strings of your heart Are tangled around, Look away When you're falling down. The clouds above you shine. You are mine, you are mine...

Fly away Fly away to this peace of mind. Break away for just a moment Break away Fly away Fly away to this peace of mind. Break away for just a moment Break away Escape reality And let your soul unfold. Arrive at wit's end and Feel yourself consoled. Look away. Reach out and let go.

Drugs? Cigarettes? Alcohol? These are nothing, Compared to the addiction Known as cutting. When you cut from depression, You get this feeling, Of relief, of distraction from The pain that's inside, And that is a feeling incomparable, To any drug in existence. That is why after one cut, there will Almost always be another, And another, and another, each one Makes the regret of the last, Disappear... for just a little while. Something people who, Haven't had any reason to feel Pain that feels so strong On the inside, would never, ever, Understand, so don't say Stop.... Ask why.

so i must say Cut Away

Hiding in the corner, With his wings tucked in, Tears in his eyes, And cuts in his skin, He once was innocent, At some point in time, Because of his scars, He's no longer divine, His wings are withered, His arms rest on his knees, His tears run down, As fast as his wrist bleeds, Do you see him, Hiding over there, Are you going to act, Like you don't care, In torment and tears, He does dwell, We cannot help, This Tainted Angel...

No one can see the pain that we hide, They're happy for us to keep it inside, Our fear is our own; they don't want to know, Why sould we involve them; why should it show. You live your whole life in confusion and fear, The need to feel something unbearably near, Half of you living, Half of you gone, And inside you know what your doing is wrong. The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal, Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel, The destruction of skin means the death of your soul, But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.

What These Eyes See With these eyes, I look at thee And see not what others see Instead I see beneath the mask To find out what, you need not ask You need but look into your heart To find out what you truly are Your heart is black, far from divine But shame on me, for so is mine. My Angel You are my angel,  and even though Your skin may not be as white as snow Your wings they are the deepest black That would put to shame a witch’s cat And instead of a halo, you have horns The tips of which are sharp as thorns You’re still my angel, and you should know Whatever your destination, my soul will go. Trapped I feel I

Sorry -- What if she died? And at the funeral her parents told you, "You could have saved her from herself." How would that make you feel? And that night you went home Sat in your room alone And killed yourself Just to be with her again and tell her "I'm sorry." Friends -- Why do people try to help me? Do they care? I guess they do But all I do is hurt them Especially Sarah She keeps trying to help me But all I do is push her away She's my best friend Why can't I just let her help? Emptiness -- What if I died right now? How would you fell? Sad, depressed, torn apart? Or would you feel nothing, But an empty place that