The painful memories as a child
Return to me almost every day...

My head.. it aches
Cold.. I'm so cold...

Suffocating memory..
Bleeding dreams...

In the chilly morning
I see the sun arise...

I was sitting in my room
Awaiting the day to end...

That night I surely believed
When you ran to the beach...

I was sitting down watching t.v
As my father stormed down stairs...

Mommy why are you yelling?
Please I'm sorry I'm not perfect...

A black angel I see,
Twisted and tortured just like me...

What is there to write?
If nothings been all right...

Dear Sharon,
You probably don't remember me...

I've been thinking
Of many little ways...