Deadline
We’re sitting at my house
I’m watching the TV.
The dots running across
The television screen

Moving her lips to noise
Not talking, yet she may
How can she answer me
With nothing left to say?

Mourning over losses
I can't find my girl's head
True sadness engulfs me
I slip off to the dead

God's taken her body
And ripped out the soul
Then tossed in these problems
As they swallow her whole

He left her so shallow
It hurts my sad, sad brain
She taints her own heart now
And it drives me insane