Depressed in this foreboding world
Consumed by my fears and hate...
Tears,
I no longer want to cry...
I'm tired of being pushed around,
feeling lost and never found...
Unable to stop
These thoughts unveiled...
Sixteen and homeless,
a baby on the way...
Walking down
These stairs once more...
You found her lying on her bed,
You knew with one look, she was dead...
She Sits And Cries,
Her Crimson Tears...
Oh what do I do with my life?
Not selling myself short...
They are coming 4 me,
i can feel them here...
Hey little girl
i see you're crying...
Mr. Razor; you were the love of my life,
I fall for you and became addicted...