And Im running down this street
Leading to no where
Just a dead end at the bottem
I see as your blank and empty stare.
Your nothing but a whisper
Of  red robbins in the tree,
Your nothing but a sliver
Of who you used to be.
To see this disease mocking me
Chopping at your dignity,
Calmly murdering you
After waiting an infinity.
It crushes me to see you
Drowned in salty tears, your crying
Cold, empty words
I know you can't help dying.