Laying in bed,
Thinking of you...

[The second of a trilogy]
Staring out my window...

As the tears begin to flow
I curl up as close to you...

As the dances across my skin
Droplets of blood begin to...

You look at me with those big
Beautiful green worried eyes...

The memory is a funny thing...
It chooses the weirdest things...

You come running into the room
To find my laying in a pool of blood...

You'll take it back when that knifes at my throat
You'll take it back when I take my last breath...

You stand before me...
Screaming and yelling...

Unable to see
Much further that...

Running as fast as I can
I stop when I come to the...

The phone rang...
So I answered...