Time passes has I said question every waking moment wondering if things will ever be the same have an image in my brain I'm in the dark room correction of corner alone and Afraid
On Black Tears of Blood streaming down my white pale face turn away from the ones I love to pick up The Gulch any blade as a slide along worst it's too late when I realized it's not an image reliability in my wrist p*** blood my eyes are running where that oxygen to hang out 10 minutes and I'm gone and to think it was supposed to be a dream I was supposed to wake up Batman Forever trapped Forever Living supposed to dream good night everyone sweet dreams
