Sometimes the sky bleeds,
pouring down on me
sweet life.
The clouds vermilion tinged,
Stained with a thousand sins.

I cry for a hand,
to hold,
but now I stand,
all alone.
I turn to stone,
like an icey stare,
now im alone,
but your still there.
Your back is turned,
and I know you dont care.

Somtimes I bleed,
pouring out my,
sweet life.
The sheets vermilion tinged,
my life flows for his sins.

I cry for a hand,
to hold,
but now I stand,
all alone.
I turn to stone,
like an icey stare,
now im alone,
but your still there.
Your back is turned,
and I know you dont care.

Somtimes it all stops,
Cease to be,
all harmony.
All emotions are lost,
The final coin tossed.

I cry for a hand,
to hold,
but now I stand,
all alone.
I turn to stone,
like an icey stare,
now im alone,
but your still there.
Your back is turned,
and I know you dont care.

I look to my sky,
Desperately searching,
But find life has passed me by.
So I sit alone inside my head,
The world to me dead.

I cry for a hand,
to hold,
but now I stand,
all alone.
I turn to stone,
like an icey stare,
now im alone,
but your still there.
Your back is turned,
and I know you dont care.

Somtimes my eyes bleed,
Silver drops of emotion,
Streaming down my cheeks.
They call these tears,
Result of tremendous pain and fears.

I cry for a hand,
to hold,
but now I stand,
all alone.
I turn to stone,
like an icey stare,
now im alone,
but your still there.
Your back is turned,
and I know you dont care.