She sat
On a stone...

Just as my heart beats
It beats for you...

Girl,
This I know...

Its all in my head,
This disease is debilitating...

These Cold Nights
Are Eating Me Alive...

Her knuckles grew white.
As it flowed through her arm...

No one heard the screams
Nobody ever did...

These nights.
These nights are filled with...

Alone she sat;
Beneath a tree...

She carried it with her,
Everywhere she went...

My knuckles are turning white,
And the gun in my hand grow warm...

Killing time.
Cause its not the best of times...