As I Sit In The Corner Of This Dark Damp Cold Room
Trapped With My Emotion’s
The Foul Stench Of This Routing Room
Cursed With All The Bugs
Its Like If I’m Dead
The Spiders Crawling All Over Me
Days Pass… Then Years
For No One Is There To Help Me
Help Me Out Of This Foul Place
As I Sit There Wondering Will I Die With These Bugs?
If Only You Could Fell This Loneliness
And The Darkness That I Feel
You Might Help Me Where I Cant Myself...
