His hands: cold, firm, rough--I can't breath.
His teeth: sharp, white, rigid--I'm bleeding...

I used to think life was just a stupid game.
It never made sense to me, I never understood...

One-million thoughts racing Thur my head.
One-thousand pictures flashing back...

Pale fingers tremble upon the Grey stone.
Lightly tracing their lines over the encrypted...

I'm slipping away, grab my hand pull me back in...
I'm slipping away, help me get away. Hold me...

She's wrong; can never once be right.
She's right; yet wrong, in her own world...

Her mind spins, in a thousand little circles...
Her hands are shaking, as they scribble these...

I lay in pure silence with the dark surrounding...
I try to close my eyes, I try to fall into a sound...

Touch me slow, let your hands gently explore.
Tasting the sweetness of my lip gloss coated lips...

We have cause to believe you have endangered...
Now child, we may not see through all your lies...

Smiles turn into frowns.
The tears fall freely onto the ground...

Many say we are all reborn.
Placed back upon Earth...