Windows down
Radio blaring...

My bed is empty,
Sheets are cold...

The room is dark,
No sound is heard...

Raped for all she held,
Forgotten over time...

Scream
Or kill your soul...

Three blind mice
Make you look twice...

Life is roaring down the track
Blood is slipping through the crack...

I wallow in the darkened streets
Where ghosts whisper my name...

Sat upon the little ledge
One moment...

We are all inadequate
To the outside world...

They love you for your spirit
Accepting of your flaws...

Never really knew
Why the wind blew...