A bottomless pit of unstable feelings-
that would be my stomach aching...

We've come clean.
We've cashed in all our demons...

My pen has been stuck in the off position
moving across the paper, nothing comes out...

All the scars reminded her
of all the times she tried to cut him out...

Three hours after the accident
They phoned in and gave me the news...

"Our Mother"
My brother, my sister, they couldn't comprehend...

The pain shoots threw our hands
up our arms, gives us cold chills...

The seventeen years have brought me no life
nothing from anything just wasted time...

I searched you out so I could tell
you all about my recent hell...

And in the end it's all the same
the beating heart will start to tame...

It's quarter to nine and I'm on the floor
the pain has kicked in and I want no more...

This place I'm captivated in has got hold of me
And nothing these people do can set me free...