I want to paint a painting to portray what I see,
I want to show the world who I am, who is me...

You ask for whats perfect,
but there is no such thing...

Think of me,
Think of me softly...

It takes two to tango, two to fight,
It takes two to hold each other tight...

A girl stands in the darkness,
She is sore and she is weak...

I try to be me,
But it's so difficult...

A painted black box behind the books in a shelf,
Hides all my secrets, only known to myself...

Put on make-up, so they won't see your face,
Train a lot, and fake the grace...

I am frozen in time, a slave to the cold,
It hurts my body and surrounds my soul...

I can't think, I can't write, I can't sleep,
I have seen too much, I can't see anymore...

Boy, I long for you,
I long for you so bad...

Everything so confusing,
No smiles and no joy...