Screaming Into Silence
Why are you doing this? I see a fire inside of you And you keep a bottle of gasoline by your bed Why are you doing this? You see a fire inside of her And you chop wood at midnight Why are you doing this? You would rather burn before a mirror Burn before daylight dulls your brightness Burn her before everyone finds out Burn me if I get too close I ran to the silver lake alone Alone at the bottom, sobbing It doesn’t have to be like this But it is