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

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

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

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

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind