Mother's Womb/Tomb

Your mother's womb became your tomb As death loomed while blossoms bloomed Panic and fear came over you worst nightmares come true If you'd only knew This monumental day was so soon Like high noon at the saloon voices croon ones You once called friends turned to demons instead Wishing you were dead On your back in your bed The one stained red From slits to your wrist Stolen innocence no bliss This life I lived wasn't something I can pretend I didn't regret It's a good thing these walls can't talk They'd go on for far to long About all the things I can't recall I can't take this I've had enough I've given in I've given up This message in a bottle goes down My throat Hard to swallow