Some say when your about to die, You're whole life flashes between your eyes. Everything that was perfect is now, all gone. All you have is your memory's, But your memory's are full of cries and whispers. You think about how many times your heart has been broken, How many times you cried yourself to sleep, How many times you wanted to just end this nightmare. Are you just insane? Maybe is the world just changing, after heart break and heart break. All those tattoo's, on your cold white skin, were they just a waste of your life? Or just memory's waiting to be answered. All that you had is gone, gone forever. Forever waiting. You wake up, In a pitch black room, that's cold and wet. Then you realize, There is hope for every living soul in the world. Even the ones who need it the most, Or the ones who don't need it at all. Hope is a gift, a gift to everybody.