Broken blue eyes,
Shed no tears...

The lights were so bright,
They hurt my eyes...

The toll past Heavens gate,
Be a good girl...

The ladies and the gentleman
are gathered all around...

Dear tree in the middle of the pavement,
I hope you live to see...

Wiry fingers with short nails,
Trace over ivory keys...

Below a crimson sky,
A river of blood...

Dont talk to me about music,
Or about my feet...

Im scared of pain,
My fear is driving me insane...

Can the wind blow in the other direction,
Away from my rising imperfection...

Freedom!
shouted William Wallace...

There is a corner where I like to hide,
Its so peaceful...