A single flower, unique from the others,
but never noticed as yourself...
Crows flock to endless meadows
where battles of ages past...
The window is open wide
let the dark match the inside...
You Stumbled In The Door,
Bottle In Your Hand...
I seem to be happy but im really sad
have yuu ever seen me act bad...
Mixed feelings kept inside
shes running out of places to hide...
If i could meet death and he says he loves me,
I would sing to him in praise...
If i could make you feel better,
Id take all your pain away and give it 2 myself...
As I watch my blood drip to the floor, staining...
Drop by drop I get weaker, as my puddle of blood...
Close to the door he paused to stand,
As he took the class ring off her hand...
Don't be part of its game
Don't be one of its victims...
You killed my Gran
You killed my granddad...