We used to be so very close,
that i wont deny...

The river flowing down my arm,
another beautiful product of my self harm...

Anguish is a friend of mine,
tortured soul...

She watches as the rain falls down,
her cheeks are soaking wet...

Weeping souls, bleeding hearts,
does anyone know where it all starts...

You don't know what it's like,
you don't know how it feels...

Our friendship is like a rose, so delicate and...
and yet it is enduring because it continues to...

As I sit here I wonder just what to do.
Cos all I can think of is why you do what you do...

I thought it was sorry that was the hardest word...
well it always seemed to be, for you anyway...

How could I be so stupid as to believe that you...
I should have known that all the anger would once...

I know I've let you down a lot and you don't have...
I've made some plans to make it right, the way...

Tainted on the outside,
tainted from within...