I was a lost soul,
With no where to go,
I drank and smoked weed,
Instead of trying to seek-
Someone who could help my countless addictions,
Yet I couldn't stop the self inflictions,
The pain that I recognized all to well,
Filled me with loneliness doubts-
Oh well,
Maybe the choices I make are intended,
But it doesn't change the person I ended,
Yes it's true the girl is dead,
Replaced with the girl you see ahead,
Her voice sends chills down your spine,
And her icy stare locks with your eyes,
She is the evil that has a disguise,
To seem normal to the human eye,
Don't believe her sickening words-
For they are venom to truly hurt,
This shadowy figure lives in our veins,
If you don't know who this is then you are insane,
The other side of us-
The sinful bitch,
Look into the mirror to see it,
She is depression that interrupts our thoughts,
The person to kill all of us...
