I closed the door and the room became black.
Just like my soul, when I vowed I'd never go back.
Life is just a riddle who's answer is unknown.
Just like love is a feeling that is entirely overblown.
When I look into a mirror I see this sad face.
A face that should be shrowded witht he blackest lace.
I mourn for my heart, lost, never to return.
It's gone to hell, forever, to etournally burn.
It's loved whom it should not have, and for that it will learn.
April 26, 1998