Is anyone with me here
Begging for a bolt right out of the blue
I cut my throat and take a bow
gather my scaps of paper and say goodbye to you
Shaking hands and i shake my head
Ppl pass by me faceless, shapeless, forms
Winter came earlier this year than expected
Pieces of me i leave in my wake
Resting my head on my pillow eyes closed and dreamless
Writing more songs with melodies of blue
Cover up these scars with metal so seemless
