There I stood that sunny day,
A child small and weak...

In the early morning dawn,
As the sun crept through the trees...

A friend is a loser,
Whom makes you look good...

Baby please don't leave me,
For here I stand alone...

She stood amongst the bright blue sky,
Her hair so long and thin...

In the early morning dawn,
As the sun crept through the trees...

Dear God,
This razor I hold...