What could be romantic,
what could be happy...
I am sorry,
i have to leave this earth...
Razor in her pocket
Toothbrush in her hand...
Am I alone in this world,
Or are you here for me...
Faster and faster she runs
Unaware of where shes going...
I broke the fall that I was made
In the deadest morning that I have prayed...
I am the child
who wants to die...
I want everything like it used to be,
i remember my parents holding me in there arms...
In need of something so real
something to call my own and feel...
Sometimes when I'm sad
I crawl into a shell...
I was in his grasp for several years
Groping me, whilst I'd taste the tears...
Longing to be united
To piece that smooth flesh...