She sits there alone in the night crying
The rain mixes in with her salty tears...
When she feels down
She wants to shout...
To all of the people out there:
My name is Alex...
Now is your time
please do not prattle...
He sits and stares at his door,
waiting for the monster to come through it...
You feel the pain of death
I have seen the last breath of my mother...
Saw your picture in the album today.
it brought back memories of that day...
She sits there with the knife in one hand
This is her friend, and with her it stands...
WRITTEN ON SEPT. 8, 2007
he saw you so tired from hanging on...
WRITTEN ON: JULY 18, 2008
An angel heard her calling...
I can still hear the cries,
thoose cries from many years ago...
I have protested my innocence
And since then, have lost my breath...