My Fall From Grace

I cry that word Willow
I cry it in my dreams
I can't let these tears fall on my pillow
And I can't let you see this blood that streams

Suicide, Suicide, yes I do call thee
I call upon the angels to make me fly
I beg upon heavens, to rain and let me cry free
Yes, sweet girl, I really do dream to die

But please dont tell Ashleigh
Please don't tell Lisa
I can't let them cry over me
I wish you could forget, it would make your life easier

Another time will come for me to hesitate
And wish with all my might to fall from grace
But, sweet girl, I'm becoming such a state
That I no longer believe this is my real face

I'm hidden behind a cold mask that makes me cry
I hide, I write, I draw and become unfeeling
How I wish the feeling I have to die
Would be easier, this is such a hard dealing

Words scripted across a page
Sweet girl, you need to see the message laying hidden
You may think I'm at the rescuing stage
But, sweet girl, I'm already lost in what is forbidden

Tomorrow is getting closer, sweet girl
I'm scared of what I will do
No longer the little girl who danced and twirl
Sweet girl, I'm trying to show you who is true

I'm so scared of what is to come
To cry, to fight, to die
No longer is it the time for me to have fun
I know these feelings may never leave, I know how deep they lie

Words written, plain white and black
I fall infront of you, I fall from my grace
I can't turn around anymore, I can't turn back
Please, sweet girl, don't you be the one to wipe the dead tears off my face

I love you, and I might have to say goodbye
I'm sorry I wasn't the dream that you thought could survive
No more tears, no more days I just can't cry
I just wish I could still say my happiness was alive

* ~ * For you Willow, my sweet girl * ~ *