I walk slowly down a quiet road.
Nothing there, behind me...
Cry for help
I'm driving myself crazy; I've let so many people...
I'm sick
sick and tired...
Death...it is my calling,
My dream, that I am falling...
I thought he cared,
and i thought he loved me...
Could someone else take cease in this?
Ripping threw glass, its just another kiss...
I look out the window
the grey sky cries...
Unto a world we were bore into,
of sins and of saints...
The river swirls,
the wind blows...
I fear ill never find love
i fear ill never make someone happy...
Tears of blood fall
fall from my eyes...
Staring at the snow lit moon
Hearing the forest whispering in thy ear...