I watched him, felt him crumble
over every syllable scribed...
Cruel people don't look outside of their windows,
And you'd think they'd know where the orphans go...
I have gone a long way,
but now bored and wearied on this odyssey...
Let it rain,
for the ocean is thirsty...
The rain had poured for days to come,
the lonely woman poured yet another glass of old...
The only sign of him being
alive are the ashes dusted...
From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...
That's just what happens
You let people in and they destroy you...
Locked away
venom burns...
Tell 'em no appetite, couldn't even eat a bite
body's weak and I'm wobblin', can't stand upright...
Stumbling over my skeletons,
I try to forgive myself for...
This pain that once burned me,
Has turned my heart to stone...