What do you do when the person you lived for is...
Maybe now you should put that gun to your head...
Right now
alone in a room a man...
I carefully write out
The lines of my life...
Faces of many kinds
Lay scattered across the pages...
Scraping at walls
Scouring at floors...
I love this stupid place
The death, decay and frost...
I dunno if i would,
i dunno if i could...
I want no more chances,
I want no more lies...
She sits in the corner of her dark, empty room.
She screams out her emotions and cries...
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Up in the attic...
Back in the 8th grade,
When things seemed so great...
Life can be a struggle
So many hills I've had to climb...