• Do you see my anger,my fear, my hate
    Blade in trembling hand,slice my skin
    blood driping in the sand
    so hear i stand me over hear you over thiere
    not my plan,dint mean to bring you in my land
    Gentaly hold my hand slowly pulling at my wall
    both of us wondering who will fall
    I want to call but answer's are none to all
    both heart's are a womb both with wond's