She tries real hard and tries to smile,
Although that's not the way she feels...

Now she opens another page of her book,
And writes down another chapter of her life...

...
Every night he walks across that door...

After writing down the last page on her book,
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep...

After the school was over,
She returned to her house...

After his father raped her once again,
She grabbed a sharp pointy knife...

The popular girl's mom returned home,
After coming from her office late at night...

The police reached the house where she lied,
As they started revising every part of the house...

A glance at your bright eyes,
A simple touch on your scented hair...

Thy body comes in thou night,
Thy eyes cry and pour thy tears...

I'm tired of crying,
Over and over again...

Emotions may not penetrate this heart,
The source of life may be constructed of stone...