Walking in the rain,
Relieving my continues pain...

Blood is shed on the streets,
Broken people left to weep...

I have so much to tell you,
But it can never be said...

Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on her tuffet...

Dressed in black clothing,
With long sleeves covering my scared arms...

You're leaving,
Heading back to your home town...

You bring your head on a wall,
Because you get so angry...

Tossing and turning,
As the nightmares come flooding in...

I'm sitting in the car,
Watching the trees pass by...

She was going to be my brides maid,
She was going to be my best friend...

See me dream,
Of things that used to be...

Whisper that secret,
And spread those rumours...