The waves will continue to turn,
Even if the footprints fade away...

I slit my wrists and hope to die,
I write a letter as I cry...

The battlefield is set,
As I glance into your eyes...

My collage of a rebellious heart,
It’s impermeable stitches undone...

Lovely, fragile rose,
How the sun has betrayed you...

Who are you,
But a lifeless figure behind a glass...