Laying in bed,
Thinking of you...

[The second of a trilogy]
Staring out my window...

As the tears begin to flow
I curl up as close to you...

You look at me with those big
Beautiful green worried eyes...

You stand before me...
Screaming and yelling...

As the dances across my skin
Droplets of blood begin to...

The phone rang...
So I answered...

Running as fast as I can
I stop when I come to the...

You come running into the room
To find my laying in a pool of blood...

The memory is a funny thing...
It chooses the weirdest things...

Unable to see
Much further that...

You'll take it back when that knifes at my throat
You'll take it back when I take my last breath...