There is a hint of a dance technique in death,
a certain design to the whole dying process...

She burnt down her house with herself inside,
a young girl; only sixteen with big dreams...

Demons of my past are haunting me,
eating at my mind...

I'm laying the past to rest today,
burning everything that reminds me...

Feelings grew rapidly,
hearts torn...

Angels lay in the bay,
they sit on the clouds of hope...

Another slit to the wrist; marking herself,
Beauty only a slice away; out of her reach...

As the stars fade,
and the dawn rises...

My heart is racing at thoughts of you and your...
In the dark of the night; connections are made...

She hardly sleeps a wink; it's too painful
and wakes up in a broken state; crushed...

Mum, I wish I could say your little girl's coming...
but she's really not; this is the girl she has...

Falling back to these old ways; the happy...
And thoughts of you are so close; so sweet and...