You were taken from us
just 10 years ago...
You say i use her
death as an excuse...
I'm running just as fast as I can.
In the tunnel that I'm in...
A bath of blood
crimson red...
Did you know
it was you time to go...
In my dreams
you are alive...
I close my eyes
i see your face...
Slowly chipping away and
sufficating inside her own head...
You keep ignoring me
did I do something wrong...
You're tearing through me
taking everything that you can...
Suicidal poets
writing about there dreams...
Touched by his spirit, his life brings us...
For within each of us, his spirit lives on...