The words I whisper,
Barely audible...

Smile, the world's your own to hold;
As it is for the young, and for the old...

He speaks, his words hit like
Burning coals...

nobody's gonna listen
when you're never right...

She lives, in a house
Painted different shades of gray...

Clawing through the lace
Of ancient memories...

Disturbed waters,
The ocean below...

Brilliance in a shard of glass
Looking through, I see the last...

You say I'm beautiful - I always disagree
It's not that I'm modest - Beauty's just not...

Keep your hand upon the gun
You're the only one...

She steps through the heavy, deep snow
It's finally the day that she must go...

Just going through the motions,
Drowning in the oceans...