last night
i heard a gun shot
then a women cry
the thoughts of what a shame

but who is to blame
im just trying to win
at this game
what am i suppose to feel
when ive changed
but everything is the same

the grave fall silent
in the pouring rain
they keep there mouths
shut
even though
they want to cry in pain

one day she says im done
one night she is gone
and all of her fears
came to rise
only too fall
on deaf ears

the sidewalk
falls cold
underneath
in the dead of the
night
tears mixed with the
blood
reflects the paleness
in her face under
the moonlight

so who is wrong
when there
isnt any one
who is right?