I\'M going nowhere, stuck on this road,
surrounded by silence with no where to go...

I bite my tongue everyday,
My mouth full of words I couldn\'t say...

The bloody poison drips from my pen,
Where are the happy times I knew back when...

A bloodied rose, that lay just beyond that door
A broken girl, who layed it there, now lies on the...

On his 38th birthday is when he died,
He said he'd always be there, but I guess he lied...