I had this discussion about death with a friend,
And I was told that...
I lay still and on the ground
I lay my heart starts to pound...
Why does she feel it
The way she does...
In a cage I am locked
In a ship that has never docked...
The anger in his eyes
he took out all his hate on the girl...
Poor little girl:
i can see beneath your eyes...
When i have been strong
you make me so weak...
I have seen death,
He calls to my name...
Don't ever call me weak
Just cause you do more don't call lazy...
I'm the bringer of death
I'm the bearer of pain...
My bones are crushing
beneath my skin...
Sitting there
Thinking back...