You tell me what life is
It is wandering...

We are flowers in the sand
Unique designs...

Down the concreate path I venture
Under the amiable, embracing sun...

In blinding tears
Lock the door...

Darling, I must tell you
Your being oblivious is disappointing...

A high white sun
Beats down on the hot, jagged road...

I take my heart, my body, my soul
And put it on a platter for you...

You brought It
Into my home...

I remember that day so long ago
Four years--or five?--I can't even remember...

The knife, it hurts
But I press it down harder...

If I was a teenage fairy
How beautiful this world would seem...

Farther I slide
So inept am I...