We hang out with them all the time
we talk to them all the time...
Life and death
its all in my hand...
Cut a little deeper,
breathe a little less...
Now that your gone and floating amidst
Heaven's shores I keep hearing the...
Her tears stained the paper
after reading the article...
Helplessly he stumbled
through the door...
Pray...
Scream...
This raw anguish has since relaxed its fingers...
who's presence I have felt only sparingly...
Leaning against this tree, inhaling cancer,
plotting my own death...
Light from outside shine in,
Bring a new day forward...
I slowly reach for the knife
I bring it to my wrist...
I didn't get the chance, i miss my only chance
you'd not giving me the chance to tell you what...