I can plainly see it in your eyes,
the hate you hold for me...

You say your sorry,
but on your face...

Do not weep at my grave,
for i am not gone...

Mary had a little lame
its face all blood and gore...

Eyes hidden behind a angry mask
tell me Hun...

Pain and sorrow shall feed me now
upon this midnight hour...

Twisted conclusions can be heard,
my soul stretched, while dreams burned...

Drinking,
stealing...

Dear papa,
i miss you so much...

What if i would of died that day
with the anbilacord wrapped around my neck...

Gather around kiddies
for ill tell you a tale...

I'm not sad,
I assure you...