Two young lovers out into the world,
a lonely young man, with a crazy young girl.
A week of joy and happiness for both,
but their quick ending, he came to loath.
In rage and despair, out came his knife,
so skilled he was, as he delivered the slice.
No cuts on her, he loves her too much,
on him his wounds show, his punishment is such.
Bloody scars on his arms, pain in his soul,
scars on his chest, his heart's a hole.
With nothing to fill him, no end to his pain,
no comfort, no love will surely drive him insane.
Time may be my answer, my only salvation,
or undoubtedly I am headed, straight to damnation.
Deep are my waters, yet rippling on top,
demons will surface and other things I can't stop.
