Normally i sit alone, and cry
wanting to just be alone, to hide..
i suppress the fact i want to die.
in the dark, i manage to keep away from the light..
my inner demons,
hide, the fact that i kill people
trying to make me mean,
yet im the one who hides, in the steeple..
i ring the bells..
to call the demons
fourth from hell
i allow them to take over
but then again, i want to let go forever..
but that'll never happen, not till the ice freezes them under..
i take one good solid look at life..
i figure, i have nothin to lose.. why prolong
i look around, i have nothing, no wife...
why, must i be the one to hold on ?
i step on to the edge.. holding the rope tight,
i see the ground,
now nothing..
