I cried as they carried you past me.
The needle marks from your I.V. were perfect
Your hair was fucking perfect
As I look down on your still dry skin.
And they didn't know
just how you fucking lived you life.
Cause they, they'd only show
A vague reminder.
And I know you're not above us
You did not suffer for Gods sake
You're a fucking fake.
You weren't there when glass broke around you.
Sharp,hot,twisted, metal all around.
You were fast asleep.
Condemned to creep in the dark four corners of your mind.
And I feel that I can't break free.
Until I deal with what's right in front of me.
And so I'm watching you bleed.
And I know you're not above us.
You did not suffer for Gods sake.
You're a fucking fake.
And I see you right there but you feel so far away
from what I am doing today.
Now I'm here on the seventh day.
Every things fucked up I can