Running my smooth smooth fingers
over your cold cold cheek...
Theres a girl who tells her friends shes strong
but she still sleeps with the light on...
Strained to be released,
Pain consumed time...
I try to open my eyes and look across the room...
I have a sickness and it's life threatening
it's like a bomb inside of me...
Climbing the ladder; slowly
Attaching the rugged rope...
A silver blade turned crimson red...
Her heart and mind are now dead...
A creation so small,
A new lease of life...
Wake up in the morning
another day of grief...
Go to bed late at night
Pray the lord my soul to take...
You stand on the rails waiting for the train
This is wrong...
She gets scared when she hears it.
she runs into her room...