Gone to watch the sun-set so I'll see you in a while
Maybe if I concentrate I'll see my broken smile
Walking through the driving rain - I feel like such a child
The thought of me not having you - my heart is running wild
Little tiny tool shed, built far back in the woods
No ones ever found it, and no one ever should
Rusty, blood-stained objects on the wall and door
Is all that was inside the shed besides a candle on the floor
I step into the the room, small and very dim
Ready myself to play a game I cannot win
Peel and rip my skin to shreds, drive a hook into my side
Clamp the skin of my cheeks, reveal the tongue I have inside
Run a razor down my breast, work down to my clit
Drag it back up to my eye and make a tiny slit
Puddle of blood below my feet
The room is freezing up with heat
The deep red color staining the wood
I don't need help - not that anyone could
The candle on the floor, burning brightly on the wounds
It'll all be over very soon
Loss of blood and nonstop pain, going into shock
The candle on the floor falls off it's little block
Crawling flame and burning wood, weakening of the walls
My little tiny tool shed is ready to simply fall
It buries my body and melts my tools
Burning my blood and me - the fool
The flame resides only on the tool shed
The blood-lit candle's fire isn't meant to spread
All signs of me are cleansed from earth
The only mistake I've made was birth
Went to watch the sun-set - May not see you for a while
Maybe I fixed my problems, but I never found my smile
