More times than five
I've been right here by your side
Still Wondering....Where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental manacle
Don't want to be 'round
When you take yourself out

But I have more vigor than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's [bad word] life
When "how you live, is how you die"

Looks like your soul is connected to a wall
photgraph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we [bad word] with our spine
But lived the next day...and put the Malice away

That's when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
turned to gray, polluted night

So now you sleep inside the space
bed of roses, the thorns replaced
No more sleepless nights just for me
But as for you, a memory