The windows into the soul
His eyes were once beautiful...

The tone of hate in your voice
I sense it...

I will always remember
the look in your eyes...

Skin as pale as snow
Red gashes as dark as wine...

There she sits all dressed in black
Quickly downing a six-pack...

Paralyzing depression
No way to deal...

You all judge
But you don't see...

The crimson tears fall upon the ground
Drenching her blouse with blood...

Full Moon glistening on Freshly fallen untouched...
we stand at the end of the road...

She sits
Upon her bed of lies...

Grandfather please forgive me
I know you can see...

We were friends
But i wanted more...