I scream and shout
but no one hears...

Is there any point in hating
or should we all give in to hate...

I foolishly thought that this was real
that it would last until my very end...

Were the walls filled in secrets
were the floors covered in blood...

I was drowning in the rain
i was dripping, soaking wet...

He's big, he's brave, yet he's out of sight
and yet he claims to have a manly might...

My pieced heart bleeds
for you, is what it needs...

If the days are getting shorter
and your eyes are closing tight...

Hidden shadows and swallowed pain
desperate to be deceased...

Take that pen at your finger tips
and write something from the heart...

I saw you last, three years ago
by the bridge, but you didn't know...

If your taking some hits
take them on the chin...