Aug 15, 2004 13:54
On the floor I lie and shake
Its becoming harder and harder to stay awake
My eyes are shutting, they are closing tight
As I drift to death late in the night
My knuckles turn white grasping the floor
When I notice you standing at the door
You ran to me and knelt by my side
I listened to you mourn I listened as you cried
I slipped through your fingers, I got away
I left this world with nothing to say