Broken glasses on the floor
Dark oozy blood comes from the ground...

Black wings, blue eyes, long hair that grows red
You see me with my friend...

Friends I use to have and hold
They were all gold...

Walls of mine I used to have
Pretty pictures that told stories...

I fee like crying
Why I do not know...

Something has happen
Love has begun...

There is darkness around me
No one to call...