One Eight Seven
It's so nice sitting very still,
in a room where no one else can feel
the pain that breaks my heart each day, I'm not ok.
Sunlight shining through my window,
lets me know that I'm still alive
But why did I ever let you inside my heart? I'm such a fool.
Paint my face in shades of blood and grey
and take the seat right next to me
But I should have known that you were a killer. But now I'm dead.