silver flying pretty birds...
black shining ugly words

the trophy you make yourself out to be
is it really as good as you make it to be?

the charms you use to get your way
the force they use to make them pay

we are not so diffrent..
look at it from my way

you cannot see what i see
you cannot do what i do
you could never understand

why run away?
it complicates
the suicide
( all the pain )

will you stay?
or go away?
will you stay?
have you away?
try my ways

can you stay--
will you wait--

but dont you pray, that i will wash away--------------

because...i keep you safe...