Suddenly i cant breathe and I cant remember
Anything...

Tortured little daughter
of despair...

The Sun is dim
Upon obscure landscapes...

Sit and gaze
out that window...

I think I must be fond of misery
for I depend on you guys to be there for me...

So in the sand
i drew a picture...

It's the last chance
for the worst dance...

So the taste is still bitter
The pain Still remains...

I feel the need
To fill this whole...

I think there is something
deep inside of me...

"Let's go to that place,
where snow forever falls...

Speechless.
Like a painted face I sit here...