For those who sulk in lifes sarow,
And grasp the pain thats soon to follow,
Desending in lies beond control,
You focus on fellingsthat never show,
Sulking in the corner of your cold dark room,
tears fall down your tattered face,
Bruised and bleeding for the rest of life,
Your beat by the one you call love,
God looks away as he alwase dose
its time to face your fears head on,
you dont have a life your nothing to him
the moon light comes asit starts again
No ware to hid you cant seam to run
Its love my dear use a gun
