I walk with my parents on a cold stormy night,
The hale is so thick that it becomes such a fright.
I don't know what to do let alone what to say,
I pray to the lord to see if my job will give me my pay.
I worry and I wonder what I could be,
As I wander I start to pee.
I freak and I scare very easily,
So my friends think its funny and take me to a cemetery.
I look at the graves stones,
As chills run through my bones.
I look at the stars up in the sky,
I dream up a plan as I cry.
I sit on the roof after the storm,
When all of a sudden I hear some music come from my dorm.
Well now that I have nothing to say I've gotta go,
Before it starts to snow.
