October comes
with a terrible day...
Hold me close and start to pray,
I'll be with you one more day...
That small silhouette
So cold in your grip...
It begins again and I take it for the worse
I try to smile, but I can't with this curse...
To the pop i love
who was always there for me...
The blunt edge of a tactless knife
Opens up my wounds again...
POPâ?¦.
Every day remains the same...
You are my spring bird
You are my summer tree...
The lines and cuts, tell your story
Only the ones of hurt, none of glory...
Wonder if you can see me from heaven
It was not fair you were barely seven...
Sometimes I really have to laugh at me
I know I am putting off you see...
Its hard to see an angel die,
All we're left here to do is cry...