.:: Portrait of Envy ::. .:: Description ::.   So I hold my head up high, I hate the fire that burns inside, I learn to stoke the embers with my flames, Going down, going down, crash and burn again ... So you hold your head up high, You don't know pain, the sorrow or what it means to die, You learn to sing, and dance and laugh, Going up, going up, soaring high as you fly ... Digging deeper, digging down, through the layers, The belt's aweful down-swish of leather, Hold my head up high, meet the eyes clear on, Going down, going down, refuse to crash and burn again ... You stand there watching, on the outside looking in, My past is but a darkness in sin, in sin, in sin ... No joyful voices, no cleansing words, just a mask, a promise, Never to let Them win ... Screams and rants, fists and two by fours, Crawling, bawling, away on all fours ... Find a corner, hide in it, recoup, return for more ... Because I hold my head up, hold it up high ... Not again; They won't make me crash and burn again ... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vic3 : Daz "Zivari Blue" Skin Tex : Vali, Placebo, Lory Hair : Ivy's Long Tails : Awful Soul/As Shanim ~~~~~~~~~~~~