She has no clue why she's here
sitting on these steps...

Forget what you were told
Of the days of frightened old...

Consumed with anger
The fire burns...

Red and yellow burn behind
The falling cutain...

Frustration pushes on its master
Locking its owners doors fast...

Drag me threw this dried up mud
Cracking it with a silent thud...

Good bye my friends
My loved one...

The voice of silence
The unspoken lie...

I actually had to change this a little so it'd...

A past calls
From inside the walls...

Words come scrambled
In fragments and parts...

Give back my sore heart
You already stole yours back...