I’m still lying here
Sleep just won’t come...

Whistles through the air and pierces the stone
Feels the pain like never before...

I’m surrounded by friends; I’m alone
I’m lost and lonely; I have all the company...

This world has made me cry, seen my worst
I never realized it was driving me to my hearse...

They lie so still you can miss them
Your wagons rattle when they should be silent...

Walking through the willows
Wading through the waves...

My hands are held up in a silent prayer
Who am I praying to; there is no one there...

Free my aching words and let me go
Too much agony within me...

Don’t leave me again,
I can’t take it...

I will put in my box
Rivers of lemonade cascading down...

My box is made of
Shattered glass, with cooling crystals of icy...

I woke up early
I had a new tattoo...