AnticipationWorry fills you. You know somethings wrong but you're not sure what happened. You don't know what to expect and you're scared,Scared of the unknown,Scared of what could happen. Waiting.For just a tiny scrap of news to let you go.Relax that tight feeling.They'll be ok,You can do nothing but pray.No one else understands,The relationship that's there.You want to help, but there's little you can do. Others wonder why it has anything to do with you.They don't understand.Hearing nothing,That's the worst news you can get.You just want to hear something,Even if it is bad news.Any news is better than no news at all
X Marks The SpotMy body, dead.He hurt me, tore me, made me afraid.Her body, dead.He hurt her, ripped her, made her afraid.Death does her part,My X marked the spot,He killed her, coating her with her own crimson liquid.He was a monster with a knife, taunting me until death came,quickly, like falling asleep.She looks peaceful, like she's asleep but she can never wake up.The only difference is, I can never wake up.The analysis, pen all over her, X marked by the wounds,like a treasure map.He drew me, marked on me, he knew exactly where to stab.How many memories in a knife?I'm not the only one to die.She's just the third, but there are so many more to come if we let him live.I'm just the third, the longer this goes on, the more will die.Please save them, like you couldn't save me.X Marks the spot,My grave lays.X Marks the spot,It's time for farewell, I canno
Goodbye, my love.I'm sorry, my love,I have to go.I have to leave.It's the only way to save you.I'm sorry, my love,I do care for you,But I'm sending you somewhereYou won't remember me.I'm sorry, my love,it's the ones you care aboutthat could hurt you the most.(All I want to do is protect you)I'm sorry, my love,I can't say goodbye,My time's already up.Goodbye, my love.