i wake up and the room is Red
bleeding, "I cant remember..." she said,
i can hear that voice,
echoing through my mind,
i know i'm out of choices,
out of reason...out of rhyme...
and the room keeps on spinning...
and the walls are alive...
everything's colored Red...
Through the windows of my mind...
i remember hazy pictures...
of times i felt alive...
and all the pain keeps playing back...
through the windows of my mind...
laying broken on my back,
remembering the words she said,
wispering how improtaint i was...
the lies have painted,
my minds eye Red...
and the room keeps on spining,
and the lies are starting to bloom...
and every thing is colored Red
Through the windows in this room...
i remember hazy pictures...
of times i felt alive...
and all the pain keeps playing back...
through the windows of my mind...
laying here and bleeding, forgotten and unused,
broken down and so let down, beaten, fucked,
and bruised, remove my eyes, and make me blind,
this spinnings growing old, all the pain running,
through my mind, has left me dead and cold...
i remember hazy pictures...
of times i felt alive...
and all the pain keeps playing back...
through the windows of my mind...
