look at you!
man in the mirrior.
your pathitic and weak.
look at you.
bleeding on the floor.
all this is you fault
you have no one to blaim.
so go ahead man in the mirrior,
play your game.
cut yourself!
bleed yourself,
run yourself dry!
but remember this.
play to long.
and let your heart be broke.
and it will be my turn to play.
from which there is no return!
