As tears roll down my broken face
I thank the Lord above...
I pick up the gun
you say this is not fun...
My untitled,
Unknowen to all...
You left me here, here to die,
on the floor, with my heart ripped out and dead...
I can be sitting in a room, and when all is quiet
In my head, I'll think of starting a riot...
No there's nothing holding me
It's so empty down here...
Flesh,puss,blood and bone,
my all time favorite thing...
I follow you deeply into the woods,
where suspicion does not arouse...
I am waiting for,
You outside the house...
Iv given up hope,
You put me through enough...
The smiles, the laughs, the happiness
Its not really there...
Once upon a time, all the pieces formed a picture.
Once, back when the pattern was clear...