Just the sight of it
Starting at her wrists...
Rage has burned inside her
Anger turned to fear...
I lay in bed, counting my tears,
Each representing what I'd hoped would be years...
Sometimes i want to get over everything
Just leave every moment far too behind...
Why i feel so empty?
Why i feel so down...
You ask me why.
Why do you cry...
Help me god
help me here...
Chains hauling emotions down,
Pressuring force against bones...
She is screaming, no one is listening.
She is crying, her eyes are glistening...
The shadows of the trees, as the evening draws...
the trees tend to rustle this time of the year...
You missed your chance
I've waited in your trance...
Her trembling hands picked up the phone,
And did just what mommy always said...