Drain
8:54 p.m.//09.13.04

Every drop that has ever hit me

Is everything I am

But the time has come to drain

To let the wounds show

That they were never wounds at all

And this blood that's been pouring down

Is nothing more than rain

And so the time has come to drain

To let go of these tainted echo scars

And balance off this burdened heart

[messeges]
[them]
[mistakes]
[current]