I look in the mirror,
And see my reflection...

Its like a design,
A work of art...

High in the sky,
On the darkest of nights...

Soz I just wanna know if anyone can say this and...
Unique New York...

Everybody has a group,
that they can wander too when they're alone...

The moonlight is ever so bright,
Expecially on this frightning night...

I count the lonely nights,
One by one they pass ever so slowly...

I'm nearly there,
Nearly past this place...

I ask one question everyday,
And no-one will give me an answer...

Have you ever heard a sound... in the dark?
Have you ever seen a shadowy figure...

"Oh woe is me for I am undone",
Is a famous line to say your sad...

To my Mother,
To my Father...