I hear the footsteps on the floor
I hear the slamming of the door...
Quietly
Contemplating solace...
Born to rebel, and liberate.
Born to raise hell and havoc...
I bet you're proud
And really happy...
All i can picture is you in the sun,
wondering where this went wrong...
Angel in heaven
Watching me all over each day...
Thou hast a mother, and father
A mother, and father hast thee...
Whilst sitting among
Some long stemmed roses...
There he goes, that black rose, heart throbbing...
leaves full of holes...
Blasting through life
Ill advised choices the norm...
Wake up each morning
Feeling the exhaustion...
As i sit here on this cold street
I wonder how i got here...