Here I am
Incomplete...

You were under the impression
That good people would be rewarded...

The feeling grows stronger, he knows she must be...
A steady pulse of blood, contrive his fear...

In my eyes
Come and see...

I fell from a high school window
Looking for something to understand...

In these eyes
Faded black...

I couldn't tell
That some things are made broken...

Two thousand years in the likeness of a fraud
Your hell is something scary I prefer a loving god...

She can't get herself asleep
The blood on her hands won't wash away...

Does anyone believe anymore
That a Dream is worth fighting for...

By Chris Rodriguez
I can't say anymore that I want someone to come...

Monday morning and you're still wandering around
Tired of compensating for this stupid town...