So dance. Dance like the eyesore you've become.
Interpret pity-glares as lustful eyes...

You think it's funny, do you?
You arrogant b tch...

There once was a girl named Niki,
For whom riding was a little bit tricky...

Oh Niki,
I hate you...

Once we were many
But now we are few...

I should like to think people would remember me;
When I leave...

I could be on my own,
Raising you...

It feels like.
What does it feel like...

The water caresses the land while above it
The cliffs brush fingers with the sky...

I watch you with a deep despair.
I want to take it away and make the pain...

Stolen away, so cruel and so fast,
The man responsible, brought to justice, at last...

Sick of crying, sick of pain
Don't want to hear those words again...