cold ... dark ... empty
so sad so much pain
always last to know
can i make it this time?
shattered glass,
broken picture frame
blood pools they start to flow
scattered pieces of my mind
where are you now i grimace
with him i can guess
whatever his name
never good enough
well he can have you for all i care
as i walk to the door one last time
turning for one last glance
scanning all your stuff
hey they say lifes not fair
as the clock begins to chime
with the smell of gasoline i
pull the lighter from my pants