To Willow
Times a passing...

I am alone
I am the unknown...

Behind a door, painted black
Lays a hidden old track...

So sublime
My little crime...

I bite my lip
I bite it hard...

Sweet little child, don't you cry
Mother's going to sit here while you die...

I grasp my last breath in death's sorrowful...
In light of suicide, I feel hesitance...

Fly girl, I'm right there with arms open
Try, because I know your always hoping...

I cry that word Willow
I cry it in my dreams...

A memory of happiness fades in my eyes
I feel so dead in the hope that nothingness is...

A little girl wants to die
A little girl who tries so hard not to cry...

I can't help what I do anymore
I find myself crying on the floor...