The welting flower
her dying soul...

My dancing queen
Return to me...

Perfect this, perfect that, you are just this...
Perfect smile, perfect walk, perfect hair and...

The scars fade
Over the stress of time...

Rushing through
the thick brush of pain...

Tears have slowly stopped to fall
the screams no longer echo through the hall...

See this smile
that rests upon my face...

Call out
can you hear me...

The floor creaks
as she walks down the hall...

I\'m sitting here
rotting...

Do you know that waking
I see you everywhere...

Sister hold your brother
tell him it's okay...