If 6 were a 9.

and they stuck the tube in to your throat,
to your chestbut the blood, it bled fury,
they swore it their best
but i cant have you behind me,
in walls, empty dreams
i dont so often now, cause i escape in a scream
i became the thing i feared as a kidthe horrible, numb things that they did.
and my mother, she'd yell at me and say to stop crying
theyve been dead for a while, youre not even trying
so i hid in that room, the white and the pillsthey help with medicine, its the pain that they kill
they kept dying, their bodies not bound
but God they would not keep, in the dead, in the groundcause they sit beside me, in chairs, and in walls
i try and walk faster, but their waiting in the halls
faster and quicker and sharper and louderleave her alone,
let her go where you found her