People stood in shock
At the blood stained floor...

Today is your birthday
The would be eight-teen...

(for anyone who's been abused)
This is your destiny...

She bats her mascara eyelashes
Flips her perfectly placed hair...

Ragged seams torn open
Gnarled and mangled...

Silence fills the house
Squeezing in every crack...

The sun beats down
Unto parched Earth...

A baby sleeps
So innocent...

The day of love draws near
Time for love and flowers...

Oh perfect sphere of wonder
I wish to hold you in my hand...

Rain pours down
Soaking into my skin...

Im so unoriginal
Sing a song you know...