When tears roll down my eyes,
You always have a tissue...

On his knees before her body,
The sharp teeth puncture the skin...

My stumbling steps forward, suitcase in hand.
I blink back the tears, each step forward taking...

When I was young I did not realize what I put you...
And as I grow up, into the person you wanted me to...

Why, oh Sun above, why do you hate me so?
Why must you rise and draw me from the safe bosoms...

I can not help but ponder what is in the depths of...
As you look at me from afar...

From the heart it comes.
Dimming; but feelings...

You always made me laugh.
You never let me cry...

I thought my life was complete,
I thought I knew the meaning of happiness...

With every tear drop that forms in her eye after...
With every pout of confusion as to what to do...