If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand