Your Victim
I don't want what you've given me
I don't need the depression
Long ago I learned this lesson
Don't be fooled by false impressions
The last time I felt this
somebody died
It was six days latter
I learned and cried
The time I felt the silence growing
was just like this a time of not knowing
I never told myself not to love this hard
Knowing all along it could break my heart
Three more days and I should know
Did you die, were you killed
will I ever know
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