The chasing of a dog,
In black and white...
Crying over you.
These tears fall down my face...
The darkness is here,
It comes every night...
I see the way you go and say you're right again.
All this time I've been trying to be your best...
The end of the beginning?
Did her death have a purpose...
I wonder if I use this blade tonight
If you would miss me...
I choke on the harshness of the chilling air
I strangles my vocal chords...
The darkness in those dreams one day soon became...
The pain of watching her suffer as she grew...
So how does it feel knowing it's too late?
Do you feel like you've accomplished something...
She just wanted someone to tell her it was OK.
Someone who she could go to when she couldn't...
Call her crazy because she has dreams.
Call her psycho because her arm says more than...
She was never the type to let anything get to her.
Never the type who cared what anyone thought...