Were the walls filled in secrets
were the floors covered in blood...

I was drowning in the rain
i was dripping, soaking wet...

I'm certainly not a key piece
just another building block...

I am not an artist
I'm not a wizard with my words...

I'll begin at the start
i can't write, can't rhyme...

In each and every way
i must praise the man up stairs...

Just names on a list
another statistic...

You can stoop and stoop again
to pick the ashes from the floor...

Kill that happy soul
who doesn't deserve to breathe...

As i shivered in the wind
i began to really think...

Close those doors that made you hate
welcome the doors of a new land...

I see you crying in your pillow
as i sit on my bed next door...