Who am I to judge this girl
inront of me
what does it make me if
all i do is stare into her eyes of sadness
without words of comfort
Im no God
but I know her time is running out
one, two, three...
I see the blood pour down
her arm
Who am I to decide
that her time is over?
four, five, six
now she's laying in her own
pool of blood...
