what are these words you spit put onto the ground at my feet? what do these mean and why do you rain them down upon me?
what is this that you speak of?what does this language that you use mean?
oh how i wish you knew me,knew the thoughts that haunt my mind.then maybe, just maybe you would know that i am none of these things that you spread around,the rumors that you start.
what i am:
oh, if you only knew the things that happen in the dark, you would take it all back;if i died, took my own life would you then be the one who remembers me most? fond memories of your own creation, all because you don't know the things that happen in the dark, so what is this that you speak of?