Reflections in the Mirror


An All Too Well Known Pain


Bottled Up

Do Not Cry

Do You Know Me

Missing You



Sweet Bird

The Mirror


What Am I

Without You


Forbidden Pleasures

Bottled Up

Bottled up inside of me
Thatís where I keep it
Hidden from the world around
Bottled up inside of me
My little ball of rage.

I canít let it out,
I canít, I canít, I CANíT!
I mustnít let them see my tears
I must keep to myself
Locked within this hell

Bottled up inside of me
The little ball grows bigger each day
Itís getting harder to keep it in
NO, I wonít give them the satisfaction
I will not let them see my anguish
I wonít, I wonít, I WONíT!
Thatís what they want
My submission

But even though I struggle and fight
To keep my rage bottled up
I know that soon
My rage will engulf my mind
And may the Gods have mercy
On humanity when it does.