Hidden
Hidden in the shadows he quitely stands
Tired of life and all of its scams
He rigs his contraption onto the tree
Never to be seen again, by you or me
Quietly she sits alone in her room
Feelings of hate, fear, and gloom
It will all be over soon
Tired of life and all of its scams
He rigs his contraption onto the tree
Never to be seen again, by you or me
Quietly she sits alone in her room
Feelings of hate, fear, and gloom
It will all be over soon