• The webs you weave are hiding my pain.
    Everything you say i take the blame.
    I feel like i should be dead while im laying in this bed.
    As the blood falls free i look out the window at the tree.
    I see a spider in its web and wonder how it grows to be.
    How it learns to spin its web or how it gets out when its stuck in a bin.
    I wonder as i watch the blood fall it was all him.
    It was He not me.
    I pull the knife out of my chest but its to late.
    Im bleeding to death.
    As i lye there loosing my life i realize we never had a date.
    My body turns cold and i realized i had been bold.
    I wish you were here i heard my ears think.
    So you could hold my hand and and draw little hearts in the sand.
    As my spirit leaves my body i have one thing to say by the way.
    "I love you."