I have scratches on my arm
from causing myself harm...

The say bueti isnt skin deep
is that way the pretty weep...

Only when pigs fly
You and I will see eye to eye...

My emtions are at its peak
i feel so helpless and so weak...

I told you for me trusting is a dare
but now i understand how much you care...

I know this girl
shes the oysters pearl...

You say you care
my feelings please spare...

She is only seven
her mother is in heaven...

I wish you where here
My baby, my dear...

From your home you are far away
What a poor little runaway...

Peace and silence
Is all i ask for...

So now I know what I must do
My final choice is because of all of you...