I never taught I'd see the day when my hands slid with blood and your skin was gray.
The one that kept and
held me
was now laying on the floor
life less. What a sight to see
I'd agree that you deserved
what you worked so hard to be.
A life less dummy in a grave,
trying to be free
from a life less plain.
Now ill spend the rest of my days under lock and key
staring out a window and
hoping to be free.
But before I go
I'd like to say my soul is free while your soul is gray
laying in a river
of blood with your
own misery
of hurting someone
who just wanted to be free
