He smells it
The sweet smell...

Your mind
It cannot trick you...

I cant stop thinking
Of yesterday...

His shining eyes staring back at me
His golden smile makes my heart sing...

I hang here on this wall
Waiting for them...

Running
Screaming...

I see his face
I wish he was mine...

I can't sleep
My mind is racing...

I'm sick and tired
Of looking this way...

My heart is for sale
Here is it's condition...

I close my eyes
And begin to pray...

Red is the color
Of the blood on my walls...