Each picture she draws turns blood, rain, and waterfalls into everlasting pain, waking up every daylight morning hoping she wont feel the same. Her walls are closing in again collapsing on a lung, the fallback and feedback of deep epression has all begun. Side by side and night by night she lays down by her lover. knowing her pain kills everything she keeps it undercover. But one more night upon her feet will simply make her weak. And arm affliction pain addiction yet he keeps her from committing such harm. Now im there with my cross to bear: As GOD wrote love upon her arms