These questions come to mind,
The answers still to find...

Maybe I'm the words, trapped inside your head
or maybe I'm the mosnter, hidden beneath your bed...

This is the story of a girl:
Her mom never loved her and told her she should...

Hurting inside
Don't want no more tears...

Today
he touched my hand...

Upon darkened dreary thunder clouds, lined with...
there lies the kiss of death upon, the lips that...

Up ahead on the dusty road
She walks that road alone...

To feel hurt, to feel broken
To feel not cared about...

One is oh so beautiful
while the other is so cold...

A way up north they say, there are some funny...
they walk around in black suits, and have funny...

Pirouette in air
Ubiquitous in the sky...

Blocked pen,
blocked hand...