It's that time of year
with forgive me not's
and bleeding hearts
as young teenagers
slit their wrist, painting
the walls with sinned blood
with raindrop loops hanging
from forgotten trees
as fly's eat away at runaway kids

Its that time of year
were flowers die away
and girls say goodbye to their hearts
giving them to immature boys
just so they can tear them apart

Its that time of year
when trees shed their leaves
covering up our mistaken tracks
when preps and jocks have nothing to do
but make fun of us and call us names

Its that time of year
when you just want to stay inside and die
but when the outside is calling your name
to let you run away from all the bad things
when all there need is  to fuck up your life
but when you take a look outside you see happiness
in the little childrens face and you think it could be them one day
hanging them selves from trees and wanting to die right on the spot
so it gives you a reason to forget about the sluts and drugs
that only want to make you more depressed at this pity time of year