I lay here in my bed at night crying my deadly poison made of tears; you sight there in the shadowed corner, laughing at your dirty deeds.
As I sight here in the dark I make the sign of pain with blood, going deeper as you sight there laughing at your dirty deeds.
In the morning light I fall, an empty medicine container in view; as you sit there laughing at your dirty deeds.
At twelve my parents sight there crying there poison made of tears,
The coroner has come to carry me away as you sit there in the shadows laughing at your dirty deeds
