The thunder roared,
the lighting flashed,
my memory of you,
is now the past.
we had the best of time,
besides the lies,
now all i can do is cry,
over you and i dont no why.
the blood begins to pour,
like niagra falls,
as i go numb,
when myu like starts to fade.
why should i live,
i have nothing,
just nothing to live for,
anymore.
the rain began to pour,
as well as the blood,
as i lay dead,
in my own bed.