Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

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

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

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

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