He looks at her but doesnt see
The pain she is feeling just trying to break free...

She keeps her journal
Locked up tight...

She keeps her journal
Locked up tight...

Trapped in a world
So dark and dim...

Life is like the sand
In an hour glass...

I am who I am
I won't change for you...

Desperate for your touch
Longing for you to be near...

The perfect blade
Meets her perfect skin...

Sheldon,
I'm not writing this to you to guilt you into...

You know its funny
How we live just to die...

I wish I could change
So you don't feel this way...

I get a sensation
When I think of you...