I'm so sick
sick of my life...
He sits here alone under his broken bed,
feeling the bruise on the back of his head...
Fading.
The setting sun...
They say it gets easier
the more time goes on...
My senses awaken at the sight of this place
I've been here before but for a different face...
In those last moments did you wish you could go...
Did you wish someone was coming to save you...
The wind it chills me,
but to me its warmth...
Little blue bird can you keep a secret? There's...
You'll remember me ..
When the wind blows your hair...
The police answered a called
A body found by the underpass...
One pill, to ease the pain
Two pills, if I can't sustain...
Where was god when I called
from the bloody floor...