Would you care if i slit my wrists
straight up and down...
Only son to extremely proud parents
Your joyous sunrise was April 20, 1982...
They keep me in a little cage
And take me out to use my rage...
Graveyard
Sorrowful songs plays...
What is there left within our world
When all we do is change...
The Middle Of Everything.
Sparks of blood fly through the air...
She walk past in a rush.
She doesn't want them to see her tears...
You stabbed me in the back
when you told me you cheated...
Her heart was ripped
Ripped apart from her soul...
Tied up by a rope knotted at my throat
struggling for the bitter sweet taste of your kiss...
Running...
Away from it all...
I just don't understand
Why you did what you did...