You say you love another girl
and that's just fine with me...

Every time I close my eyes,
your image flashes across my face...

I never meant to hurt you,
I just wanted to be who I want to be...

Silently, but surely,
crimson runs from her eyes...

It is like some demented curse
that I have to hide my feelings...

You can compare my life
to a fresh, beautiful rose...

I have won the war
because I have you ahold...

So what if I live in the "ghettos"?
At least I have my pride...

You are such a creep because
you can't always be mine...

The blade feels so relieving
upon my pale skin...

Please realize that I DO exist,
yearning for your gentle touch...

The shrine...covert and secret.
I hide it from people who make fun...