Before Never After

I cry I cry

while time passes me by

on an don is the same old thing

won't listen to anything

not a ring not a ding

not caring once again

wish I had a friend to share secretz

'kuz all I see are broken beakers

Glass Glass, I'm hoping time will pass...remembering

all the times i cutt with

Pain and Hate...but I'm

dying to escape with all doors shut

There's now only room for Fate

My time might finally come...

Soon.....

or Late