The blood stained story
Is written in ones lonely tears
It speaks of all her engrossed fears
Over her lost years
That fell to her sorrow
She was scared of people
Not strangers or men with guns
But people as their everyday self
The people that hide behind elephant hide
That use me like a guide
They have lied
As if a lie were written in black and white
As if truth were so bright
Then maybe she might
Find a new way to take flight
And soar upon the night
As if she were that light
She is weighed down by good intentions
Train stations filled with the drought of love
And way
So many have lost their way
Just as she has
A sad blood written story
But stabbed with truth
It seems more satisfying
Than terrifying
She doesn't know what she is saying
In this sick game we've been playing