Thank you for the bruises,
the cuts the tears the pain...

My hearts in my hands,
as i cry my last tears...

Theres this little girl,
i sometimes pretend thats shes dead...

Please feel the pain each day i endure,
once you have felt it please find a cure...

Don't bother angel,
i no exactly what you mean...

Let's dance to our simple song,
as the raindrops collect on our skin...

They weren't normal hurting tears drops,
there was pain and hatred behind each one...

She walked alone down that street,
searching for the pieces off her heart...

She stood there holding a delicate rose,
standing outside in the pouring rain...

Tears gleamed down his face,
as he watched his soul mate fade...

Do you no what she does,
when no ones around...

And they lived happily ever after,
or so they were supposed too...