Liz's choice 10.11.2011

Sick and alone.
Caught in a bad time.
Sick and alone.
Yonder the ghosts fly.
The sky was black and threatening.
The sky it had no sun.
I opened up my window and bravely cocked my gun.
Sick and alone.
Caught in a bad time.
Sick and alone.
Again the day is ending.
Again the day is lost.
I crawl into my basement and lock away my thoughts.
Sick and alone.
Caught in a bad time.
Sick and alone.
Yonder the ghosts fly.