If we could see the world, with the eyes of a...
we would learn how to care and treat each other...

Never wanted to love again,
Then overcome by something never felt before...

Sometimes I wish I could control,
just how I feel inside...

I'm in my bed under my soft blanket, but my skin...
It's missing something, like something is gone...

Flowers bloom,
so colorful and bright...

Sometimes I wish someone would tell me the exact...
That way I wouldn't have to keep wondering about...

So dark and cold my heart now feels,
again again this happens...

My eyes are precious, I love to see.
My skin is precious, I love to touch...

You had me at the palm of your hand,
yet didn't want to see...

Words mean more then gestures,
that I have learned...

You chose to go the other way,
and that is quite alright...

So far away but yet so close,
I wish that you were here...