Alone she sat.
A victim to the harsh November chill...

Untamed, I am out of control;
Spitting spite at all my friends...

A wilting rose.
A lost love...

Life bursts forth;
greeting fate with darkness...

It wasn't you that held the knife,
but it was you that caused the pain...

Purple car, purple car why won't you go?
I start you up but you shut yourself down...

Running for her life she fled,
out into the dark night air...

Black is darkness
Black is pain...

Beautiful willow,
dancing in the moonlit breeze...

The pile of flammable waste sits in the middle of...
surrounded by stones to stop it from spreading...

She sits all alone,
with her head in her hands...

Is there no conscience in this world?
No difference between right and wrong...