Thinking.
worrying, analyzing...

The seasons are changing
And my heart is singing songs of past regrets...

Reaching through the darkness to find the screams...

The hero of this story is the one who dies alone
The one who breaths insanity through their feeble...

So go and throw your life away
And admit that everything feels better now...

This is what we like to call a disaster
A problem from the start...

There is...
Nothing but black...

Hearts are racing
Minds are spinning...

Precious little angel
Here I kneel to pray...

An ordinary girl...
This is her song...

Now I must say good-bye
It has come to the end, sadly...

I am standing in the door way.
My heart is screaming the words I could never say...