Here I am
Incomplete...

You were under the impression
That good people would be rewarded...

The feeling grows stronger, he knows she must be...
A steady pulse of blood, contrive his fear...

In my eyes
Come and see...

I fell from a high school window
Looking for something to understand...

In these eyes
Faded black...

Nothing yet has really sunk in,
Everything is so different now...

Two thousand years in the likeness of a fraud
Your hell is something scary I prefer a loving god...

I couldn't tell
That some things are made broken...

By Chris Rodriguez
I can't say anymore that I want someone to come...

Does anyone believe anymore
That a Dream is worth fighting for...

She can't get herself asleep
The blood on her hands won't wash away...