Another day comes 'round: A voice, whispering, breathing up against your neck You have no idea that it exists only to wreck, only to wreck what you have built up so high It won't give up, won't give up until the day you die Slowly, but surely, that voice expands into screaming It tries to convince you of it's genious Then, one thought after another you fade away It keeps hoping, wishing that you die the very next day You put me down and expect I'll lift you up Picking at the weak, you think you're pretty tough Keep picking and teasing until it all comes back It'll all come around, just to get you trapped A hand, pulling, ripping at your crumbling skin You have no idea of what it'll do to get right in, right underneath everything you hoped to keep alive It won't give up, won't give up until the day you die Slowly, but surely, it's pulling turns in to ripping It doesn't care about the blood that's dripping, dripping from your eyes to the floor, before it's feet It keeps groping, ripping, to get to the heart it wants to eat You put me down and expect I'll lift you up Picking at the weak, you think you're pretty tough Keep picking and teasing until it all comes back It'll all come around, just to get you trapped Another day of backstabbing comes to an end Another day of pain comes around the bend And everything I am...I was...I ever will be ...will never be the same again Hope sum1 likes it