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

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

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

no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never