Each day is a burden,
Each minute is too long...
She looks into the mirror
At her pale white face...
Death has come.
do you feel it...
The water is getting deeper.
the cold air is getting so weeper...
What I thought,
was a dream...
Her eyes begin to close for the last time
The note gently sitting next to her...
Dear Dad,
I just want to say that i love you so...
Created by his art, the master,
Through the walls of alabaster...
Not happy at all going thorough a life altering...
Spinning tragedy to ease the mind,
of everything that's left behind...
The shot rings out around the world
I know my best friend is gone...
Saints not sinners do us in,
Burning us beyond the skin...