Sunlight battles the oncoming chill.
But no victory in this war...

Hands inside my pockets
hiding the bruises on my knuckles...

I've never had a dad
To selfish to help me survive...

Brushing her fingers across my imperfections
Claiming them to be beautiful...

I met an angel today,
With eyes that could see God...

I watch him secretly through my lashes
He knows how I tend to stare...

I miss you,
Stretch your fingers, oh so close...

Teenage drama?
That was child's play...

(Verse)
I found this new confidence, I found a cure...

Burgundy eyes set alight my flame
Lips, they're sweet caress...

Little girl shaking from her OD on Codine
vison blurring, skin twitching...