It is extremely hard to find one,
Who has come to you...

(Part One)
I cannot remember the feeling of my lips with...

My lips are never to lock with another's,
My hair will never be brushed out of my eyes to...

She hurts herself to be with him once more,
Her blood spreads across the bathroom floor...

His name makes her jump,
His presence makes her skin bump...

He places his hand near her heart,
And feels the rhythm that she produces...

A star
A river...

Will combats need,
Intelligence combats brawn...

The sweet sound of my mothers lullaby,
Memory of it makes me cry...

I just can't take hold,
Of what I have...

Whenever any one displays an interest in me,
I tend to flee...

To say how pretty I am,
People are obligated to...