~Black Bottle~

Inside this jar are things of every shape and fashion.
From love, to beauty, to anger, to passion.
The color and shape has changed over the years.
Making this jar into a black bottle of tears.
Just like your black book.
Take a look,
To find your many switches.
Left like a homeless man in these many ditches.

Inside this jar are things of every shape and fashion.
From Joy, to sorrow, to hate to passion.
The color and shape has changed over the years,
Making this jar into a black bottle of tears.
Used what was took.
Take a look.
Find the many things there.
Removed and some how used,
you start to tear.

Inside this jar are things of every shape and fashion.
From hopeful, to joyful, to pain, to passion.
The color has changed over the years,
Making this jar into a black bottle of tears.
Read me like a book.
Take a look.
Everything you loved inside.
Has been used, and died.

Like I've said... It's dead.
It's dead.
And I can tell you hate it...
I can hear it in your head.

(What "gold" Nick? The strongest thing I have is this anger)