Written By Me... This Piece of Paper Telling This Sad Story of A Tragic Life: Sad poems and quotes cover these walls, Surrounding the pathetic demons of hell, All these secrets never see the light of day, Pain of these words create the lyrics of this Tragic Life, Wishes never help tears from pausing in mid air, Slow motion pain will burn down these walls. (Chorus) This letter will be a special message To discharge on delivery Speechless with black smoke creating dark clouds, Shock shell heart attack Creates This Piece Of Paper Telling, This Sad Story of A Tragic Life. Alone in a cabin next to a steady but running stream, Family gone for a weekend for a business trip, Alcoholic parents lead a great example, Drinking pain away puts poems and quotes on the walls, Liquor on the floor hours before this was written, The slow motion pain disturbs the silence, Putting this letter in a envelope marked, “First Come, First Serve, Read This As Soon As Possible, Maybe This Tragic Life Can Be Saved.” (Chorus) Walking to the mail box to leave the note, Walking back seems to take longer then before, Drunk stumbling up these stairs to the hell bent room, More liquor spilled on his shirt and floor, Falls to his knees and knows what he’s meant to do, Slow motion tears fall upon the broken home, Sparking the match and up in flames the dreams go, The mail is coming down the broken down street, She reads the envelope and is confused from the message, Walking down the long driveway letter in her hand, Smoke billows out of the clearing she falls to her knees, Gasping for breathe she trembles and screams out loud, Tears falling in slow motion to the letter running ink, She was to late to stop the burning alcohol, To bring the pain to an end and to return, This Piece of Paper Telling This Sad Story of A Tragic Life.