I don't have anything to transfer music to my compy yet, but I've certainly got music for this one.
It’s 9 PM on a Saturday night
Feeling so cold, feeling so full of fright
I got bad dreams instead of internal bliss
But not dreams at all, thoughts of what really exists
I feel the blood in my veins, each drop tells a story
Every time a drop falls, I think of my lack of glory
The blade shines through like a beacon of light
But every time is gets through all it brings is more plight
Chorus:
I need only glance out the window
I need only open the door
I need only open my eyes to see the light to realize
That I
Am a Victim
More crimson falls and salt joins in too
Will any of this fall when my entire life is through?
Cause all the people at school, I know that they hate me
Not smart, funny or fly enough to be cool to them, see
They all disrespect me, ain’t happy with what I got
I changed myself for all of them, left my old self to rot
I always tried to be cool especially for all of them
You know I starved my self to 90 just so I could fit in
Bought clothing that’s mainstream and expensive, too
Got extensions and highlights for a more feminine ‘do
I’m not happy with the way that I am now or was
So more droplets fall onto my floor and I know it’s because
(Chorus)
And then I think of what else I got that sucks
Is it really my fault that my family rots?
But my family, they think vice versa on this
They don’t seem to see that my life is amiss
(slower, softer)
They ground me instead of asking questions
And they tell me of their personal lives
Is this supposed to help me, maybe?
Or is it a lie and they want me to die?
They ground me instead of asking questions
And they tell me of their personal lives
Is this supposed to help me, maybe?
(shout)Or is it a lie and they want me to die?
(chorus)
I hear a scream, it sounds so very far away
I hear 3 beeping noises but my head starts to sway
It ain’t long before a lot of sirens are heard
I hear many voices, but I can’t make out the words
And then I blacked out when I got lifted up
I watched from far away as the docs tried to help
I realise now that mom dialed 911
The docs, they bandaged me good, but the damage was done
(chorus)
(slow, as before)
A lone gravestone in the back of a yard
A small family alone, sorrow inside of their hearts
I watch and when they leave I walk over then
I cried when I read the headstone, it said:
She need only glance out the window
She need only open the door
She need only open her eyes to see the light
To realize
That she
Was a Victim
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