• The tears
    The Blood
    The Cry
    The Knife

    it all happens for a reason
    hurts you so
    You want to find a reason
    to hold on
    But we let go
    one by one
    but no one really knows

    Being left out
    being let down
    being pushed all around

    there are people you want to get back at
    but there are things we lack at
    making us cry
    in the middle of the night

    the torchored soul
    is curropted by itself
    out in the cold
    By itself