I've been told that it gets better,
that after so many loses...
Sitting on a brick bench near the bay
Is a lovely but lonely girl with long black hair...
The perfect blue
Is not a shade, nor tone...
Sittin here, thinking of you,
of everything you do...
Ragged girl sprawled on the ground
Each sad tear comes running down...
She plucks the petals one by one,
Lets them fall and hit the ground...
My brother, my brother, what have you done?
I think of your awesome last motorcycle run...
He walks alone
Down the valley they call death...
I stare into his red, weary eyes
I scream my lost trust for him...
To believe theres no way
to escape from this pain...
Lies And Deception,
Hurt And Pain...
(i'm sorry this is a song)
Verse 1: Look into the mirror...