Erase these memories
Of bad times passed away...

With all the blood stained cloths
And the red tissues in the bin...

I'm sick of all the pain
I'm sick of all the lies...

Hoping theres something inside me thats still sane
I need to feel relief that Ive come clean...

Breathing through the pain
I lie down in the rain...

Hey you over there!
Whats it like to have no hair...