Wandering down the hallway,
To the door,
I sit in the floor,
Under the doorframe,
Of your room.

I light a cigarette.
How could I forget,
That night you sat up in bed,
Scared of me?

It's easy to see through you.
The blood on my arms was here to hurt you,
But it doesn't mean you had to let it.
So why did you hush me?
Why was there no blame?

I'd rather hear the earth screaming,
Than feel your soft eyes.
I'd rather feel the dirt teeming,
Without rest!
I'd rather that than hear your cries!