Alone for a while
i've been searching through the dark...

When I was just a little girl,
my mother used to tell me these crazy things...

I close the door
i close the wall...

Dead is the winter,
Cold is the air...

Thats it,
thats all...

This is Fred,
He sleeps on my bed...

How many people had to stop thier mothers killing...
How many people have been sexually abused by thier...

I leaned in, standing on the very tips of my toes...
I felt the warmth of his lips on mine...

I love you,
And I'm so happy to...

Imagine something bad,
imagine something mortifying, something gruesome...

There is no limit to my pain
I write...

Wherever you are,
Whatever you're doing...