Lyrics

The wind. Pounding rain. I can't see what's in front of me I must trust the three feet of yellow line shining up at me My reality-desolate, but we're all unfortunate Not like her. That's different. That's tragedy Ten minutes - left him there alone Now nothing is what she's become Set there by eyes that could not see Or judge one bad mentality Sunken eyes. Perpetual tears. A confirmation of her fears All is lost it appears that the end is growing near Unlocked front door. Just three months old No one heard him cry Since that day she's only suffered Never pacified