You know I'm sorry
Words spoken true...

Were just teenage zombies
Coming forth and showing our selfs...

I'm laying
I'm waiting...

On the softer side of the blade
These scars have made you...

Burn the flames
curse out names...

I wanna ride into the sun
I can't say that nothing is done...

The piter-patter of rain
Reflects off the silhouette shingled roof...

Paint a pretty picture of a neon city glow
Sleeping under blankets of freshly fallen snow...

I saw her smile today unaware of the evil
she said to me were already dead...

Five men beat and killed her
five men of lust...

There ain't no shame in being a f**k up
All who care are just stuck up...

Oh god what have I done
Pass me the comfort...