Lonely man in an empty world / thinkin bout a saintly girl /
sittin with a cigarette in his hand : fingers that blatantly curl /
emotions that silently twirl / when a ripped up soul violently burns/
for sake of a void living within a cold dead heart that silently yearns/
Holdin her ashes / his memory crashes / sleep time passes
as that incident flashes with all those clashes what lives alas is
bleak happiness that never surpasses the pain that he breaths in
aim he believes in hope that he's seen in her pupils serene N
hands that he held every time that he broke down to pieces
jesus could anyone believe this.
No medicine can knock it with hands in his pocket
sittin with eyes droppin tears there is none to stop it
life is just a downhill drive for a man who cant get off it
lift that gun n cock it desperation now steps out of the closet
loneliness to top it .. the man now stands waitin to pop it !
