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

I like to sing
I like to play...

Months pass by,
And you're thinking...

She can feel the pain
and also the sorrow...

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

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

Everyday goes by,
my heart beats less and less...

She would always come home crying
Being her mother, I didn't know why...

Fly, fly, fly away,
leave the world behind...

Standing here on the edge
I spread my arms out wide...

Undress my body
and marvel at the...

Her eyes are swollen,
shes hardly breathing...