The mornings grace is all I need
To grab this blade and start to bleed...

Fly girl, I'm right there with arms open
Try, because I know your always hoping...

Behind a door, painted black
Lays a hidden old track...

You played me so well
Free love you where trying to sell...

I wait next to the phone
Waiting for you to call...

My arms in chains
Hanging by my side...

Another word to cry about
Another word to hate...

I don't like this feeling
Every time I turn my back to the shadows...

I fall from grace
When I see your face...

Just watch me bleed
Watch the running of my red disdain...

I felt so hurt
Felt so betrayed...

-_-_- In this poem, this person has a split...
Beat me down...