*to the potatoes that mean such a lot, from your...
the mysterious one...

Its so hard to understand
how you caused so much destruction...

I was vulnerable and you knew that
me, a lost girl you saw...

Like a glass jarred candle
flickering against the winds...

You look through me daily
pretend to care of how i feel...

A clasped atmosphere storing oxygen
starved form alive beings needs...

Just one more cut to feel
so i know I'm still alive...

Anger just so cruel
swelling up in me...

Block it out
hide the pain...

Walking down this lonely track
this dusty dirty road...

As the storm clouds begin to gather
and the thunder starts to strike...

As i stand upon deaths ridge
which way will i chose to fall...