text: What is there to say
  When in front of you there lays
  A strong path that paved your way
  Now shattered lost shades of grey
  I guess I missed her
  This overgrown sister
  With no cement in the mixture
  Well let me paint this dark picture
  They werent men
  They were duds
  There was blood
  Fed and thugs wed her calm heart
  And now she’s laying in the dark
  In a pool of filth
  I found a body in the dark
  I found her body in the dark
  I guess it’s my turn to burn through
  The rest of these funny days
  I stress when my turn to
  Earn you a better life runs astray
  I can’t say what’s right
  But understand the pain that enslaves
  It hasn’t hit me as easily
  As some might say
  We all find a day
  To slip away
  You pour your heart, your aching soul
  Where I stay bold
  Look for the times you took to hold
  My naked soul
  Deep sea diver
  Born skiver
  Two month fiver
  I’ve hurt everyone but you
  I see things simple
  But it only rekindles
  These dark shades of blue
  It’s the darkest shade of blue
  It’s the darkest shade of blue
  I guess it’s my turn to burn through
  The rest of these funny days
  I stress when my turn to
  Earn you a better life runs astray
  I can’t say what’s right
  But understand the pain that enslaves
  It hasn’t hit me as easily
  As some might say
  It hasn’t hit me in the same way
  It hasn’t hit me
  There was not much else to say
  It hasn’t hit me but I still feel the pain
  It hasn’t hit me
  There was not much more to say
  Has this hit?