The grey clouds take over me... I can't stop shaking... All I can think of is blood... And a life for the taking... Any will to live fades away Death becomes more appealing I can't think of anything good A life for the stealing... Cutting off all ties with those I care about To make things easier for them A burden I will be no more A life so soon to end The drearyness comes over me... And I can't stop bleeding All I can think of is the love I never received, although still needing The numbness comes over me... And I can't feel a thing... All I can think about is the pain I'll never have to feel again.... Back |