She walks the path from a home that's broken,
Remembers the small things that was never spoken...

We see the world, in black and white,
The entire world is cold and gray...

She wishes she would have done it different...
But she couldn't get herself to jump, she was...

These feelings, these words, written in ink.
She can't have, yet she can help but think...

She can feel the cold, yet feel the heat,
Running in heels down London street...

They go around the school, hunting for a prey,
They see a girl, standing alone, she does that...

Always wanting what I just can't get,
perhaps in the future, but just not yet...

All the things I could have done, that I just...
All the things I could have said, so many words to...

She wonders, she wonders, whats the point of life?
How come I'm alone, and my only friend's the...

I know you're going through a rough time,
My friend, I will help you out...

This love, this passion, this endless kiss,
This socalled perfect love shouldn't be like this...

This lake with all these beautiful trees,
and these perfect little birds...