Little paper, where you write down your disappointments
In a drawer right by your pillow, all I can do is watch
Little children, more beautiful than heaven
They run around together, while I just curl up and cough
There were the oak trees and they were older than I remember
They are changing with the seasons and I will do the same
Yeah it's over and it hurts like hell to say it
But I'm churning under water, what a peaceful way to go
And all of the boxes, that are filled with my possessions
On the truck that I have hired, it's outside beneath the snow
I thought I'd get up and go, before anyone would know
I'm a disaster, I am fading from your young life
I'm growing pale and ghost white, with X's on my eyes
I'm a Destroyer, I'm burning in the starlight
All I wanted then was to die, but you would not let me go
