And lo and behold I saw the lady of the lake.
We talked, walked and of bread we did partake...
A few drinks of beer,few hits of weed and one...
By: Brittani...
Don't leave her alone, you should know better,
She'll find something sharp to play with, now go...
Why do you slit your wrist?
is it because of a broken heart...
Her itching fingers on the trigger.
She wishes the gun was only bigger...
When I was about 14 or 15
I use to be home a lot...
A winding path through your door
a cold breath not heard...
I walk in the middle of nowhere,
down the dark road...
Dreams are lies that never come true, I
should know. I wished my mom would move...
It hits you in the face when you least expect it,
lying in wait ready to pounce...
The is this cold dark world where i stay
There is this dark little figure that tells me...
Behind these eyes
you'll see...