Your life is your life
do what you will...

Little birdie in the sky
flying up so high...

I sit here staring at the wall
trying to find a poem...

If I could pick apart the world
And tear the bad from good...

I hear the distant drumming
and I know the rain is coming...

Every time I try to talk
no one pays attention...

The darkness is coming
it's black as can be...

When the night goes still
the monsters come out...

Water floods the streets,
howling wind cuts through the sky...

My heart is lost
it needs a map...

Death is around the corner
watching as you open door after door...

He had her heart
and he didn't even know it...