Feelings piling up like dirty laundry
Weeks of emotions unable to escape...

People drop like flies
The innocence of the core of society...

You say hell is you home with the warmth of their...
You say mothers arms wont caress you, and she wont...

You'll find me under that apple tree
Clawing at the dirt with bare hands...

The swooping of the alcohol
Sends me on waves thats crash...

Her marked up words
And horizontal dreams...

The pills make me feel good
The pills make me feel strong...

I poisoned your wounds
With broken hearted tears...

Damn the dead
Craters are filling...

I sit alone here away from me
Watching myself letting my blood free...

Hand in hand we walk alone
to our special place down by the lake...

I'm stuck in my head
Not floating, not breathing...