Squealing tires, shattering glass
Mangled metal; Broken Fiberglass...

That angel sits on the ledge
Sitting in defeat...

Red was his favorite color
and anything you asked he knew...

Broken bodies lay about
and blood was everywhere...

They sit in the waiting room
their patience running low...

Once upon a time
there was a boy and a girl...

It was August the third
the night this occurred...

Life for her
was a nightmare...

What if, no one was sad
nothing was depressing...

She loved him
with all her heart...

All i ever wanted was you to be there
You, just to pretend like you care...

She sat in her room
her walls were bare...