Here we are standing
on this ledge, that is weary...

Lost and Alone on the battle field of love,
with no way to shield yourself from the pain...

Who Needs Fairy-tales...
when I have reality...

My Heart bleeds
the flow is steady...

Speechless
no words come to mind...

Here I stand
on the edge...

Take wreckage my love
into my beating heart...

Take My Hand
and never let it go...

Please stop the beating,
the beating of my weak heart...

Small pink flowers
float slowly to the ground...

Here comes the pain again
taking over my entire strength...

Here I am
Spinning around in my head...