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

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

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

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

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

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

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

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

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

Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know