Under the shade of an old oak
A grave marker stands...
The ink that drips from the pen to the page
Forms words that will never be read...
Things that you wont share
Secret things inside your mind...
One last time
Is all I need...
Every second I am alive
It's a waste...
What's this planet earth
full of death full of birth...
Why would you do that
your life was perfect...
Walking back to your college dorm, having just...
you would have never known you were going to be a...
I wonder each day, what will come forth, as life...
There's nothing here to do
And I can't go outside...
Doll so broken
And so torn...
What was life has crumbled. What was form now...