BLooD oN HeR FinGeRs!!

Where Had Hope Gone,

Did It Ever Exist,

As The Blood Oozes,

From Both Her Wrist.

She Soon Will Be Dead,

To Hope No More,

Final Words Written,

In Blood On The Floor.

She Sinks To Her Knees,

As Tears Are Shed,

A Life Being Drained,

Into The Pools Of Red.

In Her Favourite Colour,

To Slowly Descend,

Blood On Her Fingers,

Was Written The End!!

!! BaG Of DreAms !!

Our Love Is Like A Bag Of Dreams,

That I Carry With Me Everyday

It's Always With Me, Wherever I Go,

And It Helps Me In Every Step Of The Way.

Whenever Somebody Brings Me Down,

Whether For Pride, Pleasure Or Fun,

I Can Draw From My Bag Of Dreams

And Again I Can Feel The Sun.

No Matter How Bad Things May Get

Or How Miserable I Might Seem,

Even If Circumstances Might Make Me Upset

With Me, Is Always, My Bag Of Dreams.

All It Takes Is Some Precious Time With You,

To Feel How You Build It Deep Inside Of Me,

To Fly Away To Our Little World,

And To Feel Your Loving Arms All Around Me.

After I Have Had This Precious Time With You,

I Can Face Almost Anything,

By Holding On To Our Wonderful Dreams,

A Smile To Show And A Song To Sing.