Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future...
There's a mess in my head
That I'm slowly fighting to change...
Drowning upon a devils ear
masquerade in unison of three...
As she lays on her death
bed...
One tear drips and one tear drops.
One emotion slips as another stops...
For years I've waited, for years I've tried,
For years I've hurt, for years I've cried...
I have written many times about our love,
but do the shadows know about that moment...
(Stanzas in [] refer to the son and those without...
A noise from downstairs...
They say keep your chin up,
they say hold your head high...
Anticipation...Building,increasing...expanding...
Waiting,waiting...
You've seen me run you've seen me cry
You've seen how I look up at the sky...
As I bring the knife to my throat
I'm one step closer to being free...