Something wicked this way comes,
(I cannot escape it)
where does it come from?

Something tells me you're not ok,
(it's the slits on your wrists)
why didn't you ask me to stay?

Now, darling, you don't speak to me,
(your corpse is so cold)
baby, why did you leave?

The last chapter of your life has been told,
the book of you has been shut too fast.
All the pain and depression had gotten old,
this hell you had wouldn't last.

People are standing all around,
(you're the center of attention)
as you lower to the ground.

People come up and say how wonderful you were,
(they lie through their teeth)
but fear their children will take after.

Blankets and fold, the story's told,
(your light has been extinguished)
you chose lead instead of gold.

Now the worms are your only friends,
six wood walls cover your former grace.
Could of just spent time to make amends,
but now you're in a coffin case.

12/05/2003