| In your bed Where you lay your tormented head You will not find any peace Until the lies you told discontinue and cease Tossing and turning all night Cussing and swinging like you were in a fight Running scared in fear for your life Sleepless nights are the only the beginning of the price Never again will you dream of happy times Never again will you have dreams of the loving kind The darkness of your room The low glow from the moon The undeniable fear of an oncoming doom That shows no signs of ending soon This is the world you have created This is the life for you that has been fated All night you keep running But the darkness is ever so cunning You can�t escape The dark strings of fate They wrap around you neck like an invisible noose Clawing at the tight treads trying to break loose Succumbing to your own dismay Never again to see the light of day Without lies your sorry ass has nothing left to say You feel fear as your soul goes down the other way Why did you do what you did? Pseudo friend with the knife behind your back you hid |
| In your bed |
| The Crimson Spirit (T.C.S.) � February 14, 2002 |
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