seaping through my room your thoughts carupt me A misrable banter of hate that you bring in there walk it across the floor fill it to the ceiling in the crakes on the walls fill this emty box with tears use them to feed your soul you try to hard to break me drown me with your seeing eyes but the picture frams hold hate there a christmas tree of lies wrape me up with anger in your box full of tears send me away, never open me as I leave to be sent away the carupt thoughts and misrable banter all goes away