My nails are coloured black.
My hair covers my eyes...

In this book, called my journal,
I once had on each page...

Have you ever been,
looked right through...

I can see that girl sitting under the blossom...
Yes,but did you notice who she is...

I had so many that helped me,
put down my sharpened blade...

If I could paint,
I'd paint your face...

Sometimes,I wish,you would hate me.
So when you left,I wouldn't cry...

For as long as I can remember,
I've had my mirror by my side...

Child:Jesus, are you there?
I need to talk to you...

This was the night where the sands have blown,
where the trees have whispered their love song...

Once upon a time,
in the land of misfit toys...

Polka dots and ribbons.
Smiles and big blue eyes...