In the darkest place I go
I open my eyes to nothing
It can’t get worse than this
There’s no place lower than this
Then you pulled me inside
Where we’re bled all the time
I pray but it won’t stop, the dying
They can’t stop they won’t stop, not trying
Dead and not lying, we’re on the street
Now tell me why any, two people meet?
We were told to feel nothing
We were told to think of nothing at all
Where were you
When I was dead?
Where were you
When I was rotting, away?
Is it written this way?
Promise me forever
Happiness exists in chains
Before they cut them away
Again, in betrothals made
With his name in vain
No, I wasn’t glad you came
Force your hand in marriage
Lovers spilled in between, old sheets
Paper created, to hide the feelings
How am I dealing, with you
One pill or two?
I’ll give him to you–
If you tell me why two
People meet
But we were told to feel nothing
We were told to think of nothing at all
Where were you
When he was dead?
Where were you
When he was rotting away?
Is it written this way?
Then you pulled me inside
Where we’re bled all the time
I pray but it won’t stop the killing–
They say it’s written this way.
Where were you
When we were dead?
Where were you
When we were rotting away?
We were told to feel nothing
We were told to think of nothing at all
Where were you
When we were dead?
Where were you
When we were rotting away?
Why is it written this way?
