Stripped Years.

Don't be a fool it's not the thunder
It's something much stronger, it made me go under
I look in the mirror and wonder why
I won't step aside and i won't watch you die
But the things you do
They hurt me so
I knew it was true, all i smell is red
And since that is the case, maybe we'll come out dead
Funny pictures painted in white
Show up on my walls every night
And i'm thinking that maybe we don't have to fall
Cause once we have we can't get up at all
But you say you'd rather pick up a rose
and watch it fade than to become one of those
who stay in empty houses for a midnight masquerade
Cause you say, they died, but you don't have to be afraid
For trust me, i've also closed my eyes in fears
And my diary's papers are also wavy of tears
Because of the things you did
Heaven forbid
That you won't choke
Don't spoil the joke
Those were terrible words that you spoke