Gather all of your sorrows in a heap,
Then stare blankly at the small child who weeps.
Look up at the black cold night,
Then slowly sleep, with your eyes shut tight.
Dream of the morrow,
Dream of the past,
Then wake up, and know your never going back.
Whats done is done
And the things you can fix have slim down to none.
Live your life as full as you can
Or die from suicide, laying in your bed.
With all these mistakes
Set them all on fire
And watch with a sullen gaze,
Try to express yourself
Instead of hiding behind these lies, far beyond help
Sit underneath the black starry night...
And think of the future,
Your mind full of spite
