Six and a Half Months Late
What are you doing? Sitting alone?
I thought id write you this last song..
for you, the one behind the bars..
Taken from the ones you loved,
Just to fill that need, all I ask is why
Oh, Why?
The tears never seem to fade
Staining my face with streaks
will it take a few years,
Days or Weeks?
You got so close me
Now youre just a distant
Memory Why?
Oh why?
Was it worth losing your tree?
Or you friends. Man look
You only have one life
cant you see?
Our link got cut with
a little piece of my heart
do you see what you have done?
So why? Oh Why?
Taken from the world you loved
Beaten to death with guilt
Stole her things but she said nothing
so when the cage opens up
When the birds begin to sing
When the sun shines through remember
I have forgotten you...
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