Where do you want me to go,
because my steps you criticize...
--------------Grief
-------horrific, repugnant...
A corrupted soul,
a battered mind...
This flickering flame of distress,
burns holes in my heart...
Empty cradle rocking in Time
Slowly she smoothens his dusty clothes...
Bruises cuts and tears
no tender years here...
I'm so delicate,
I'm so fragile...
Butterflies take over my thoughts
removing the sadness within...
Sadness, could you disappear for a while?
Your haunting spirit always lingers...
One,
Thought now...
Grab a gun and have some
fun think about what you've...
I'm sitting alone in my room
looking in the mirror...