There was a cloud over normal,
but then the rain took it away,
and I thought I knew what I wanted,
but now you're here and I can't say.

To have you in my arms would be heaven, but I think that's why heaven's so far away.

I want you to love me, but I need you to be true. And I've realized now that that is someting you can never do.

I thought of writing a sick and twisted poem,
and dedicating it to you,
but maybe I'll just write your name,
...yes I think that that will do.

Somehow I think that by holding your hand this tight, I won't realize that I'm not the only girl holding onto it.

We live like this just to cover up the fact that we don't exist anymore.

I am scared of who I've become, and of who I am when you're around me. And of that fact that if you weren't here, I wouldn't be here either.