Dying..Dying..Down..Down..Down,
Bleeding..Bleeding...Drip..Drip..Drip...

Day after day I take this pain,
Of which I can no longer stand...

I am the small little girl thats lost her smile.
I am the girl that hasnt spoken in a long while...

Is this a new pain free refreshing day?
Or another day of wiping my deadening tears away...

When you laugh,
You put a smile on my face...

You do not see the trueness of me,
Because I hide the person you should see...

Tear after tear silently fell,
Crimson blood slid down the church bell...

I look at the floor trying hard not to cry,
Seeing the slow years fading by...

The blinding pain rushes to my head,
All the strange thoughts of wishing I was dead...

I see your blood written in the wind,
I feel your pain scratched in my mind...

I love the glaze in your deep brown eyes,
I love the feel of your soft silky skin...

I love the glaze in your deep brown eyes,
I love the feel of your soft silky skin...