Before you open your eyes you should know
all choices are your foes,
life isn’t a walk in the park,
it’s just the hardest of parts
with different marks
is like a trees with different bark

Waiting for her call that won’t come,
the warmth that won’t come,
the love that won’t come,
why wait for something that not REAL?
waiting for the choices to come
as my heart hangs from rusted seams

Tears stream down your lips
covering the taste of chips
as time skips by,
that last kiss begins to dry
haunts my very dreams
for each waking moment

Waiting for a glance
To give love a chance
creating known feels
for her love of killing

Before you open your eyes you should know
all choices are your foes,
because of the death you have chose