How could they not see it?
all the times she cried...

This is dedicated to Pallav Gogoi, who made me...
I'm sat here smiling...

She sits alone
With bloody wrists...

All the things I’ve ever done
Whirl round in my head...

Ok, well, i wrote this and this is pretty much...
There is nothing you can do...

Standing. On the top of the bridge
Murky waters below...

You broke her wings
you crushed her soul...

I feel isolated
no pain no fears...

At first...
hate...

- I'm not sure this is supposed 2 go in here...
fire eats wood...

I know that I'm not perfect
i would be if i could...

I can hear the words unsaid
what I'll do before I'm dead...