Food, I really hate the stuff
The smell alone makes me sick...
Help is written on the wall
I've took so many hits i know I'm about to fall...
One tear, two tears,
The number doesn't even matter...
The fog of my misery makes it difficult to see...
The lies you speak are smothered by my pain...
Never let you see me cry
Never let you know I want to die...
Gun lying on the floor
Hangover from the night before...
Bruises on her soul
and a scar on her heart...
Let me go
this feeling I can't bare...
I don't know why all i do is cry
each and every marrow comes much sorrow...
There's this lovely box,
carved ivory and golden lines...
She wallows in the dark; by herself, all alone
She takes in this pain, with certainties unknown...
Alone, and Scared
Deep down, I realize they never really cared...