At such a young age, who would have believed,
she was broken, and bruised...

Times have changed
and with everything true...

Sitting alone
I hear them screaming...

I came to you with a broken heart
you accepted my sorrow with open arms...

Anguish, sickening sorrow
Bless my broken wings...

His smiles his talent's his words
Nothing but true beauty...

Am i beautiful when i cry
cause it's all you want to see...

Sitting in the snow
with a confterable silence...

There looking at a body
but i can't seem to see the face...

Love.hate.
hurt.pain...

I sit in this room
in this same old spot...

Theres this one true friend
she makes me smile when no one else can...