good evening the forgotten Juliet

I lie in this bed and this awful room

and this awful Town
thinking of you...

looking through those beautiful green eyes

ripping your clothes off piece by piece to look at every battle scar you have...

it's sad you cut yourself...

but that's sharp razor blade brings you hope it brings you peace...

is it enough through the bloodshed in pain
why you live this dark facade why are you so angry... at the world I see...


I can't be hypocrite I rock a Mass for a blind witness...

underneath...