My lust for life exceeds me,
My state is of anxiety...

Every bed has its monster
Every ally has its thief...

The animal inside of her
Has leapt out of her skin...

I look at my reflection,
I look at my hand...

Her head is clear,
She has lost all her fear...

My heart races a thousand miles,
The clock chimes its sweet sound...

Her sorrow hits the ears of those around her,
Her blood is shared with her tears...

His hands, throw my hair over one shoulder,
As he gets nearer and nearer it get colder...

Why does this world not see?
The destruction that happens...

Sweet essence of children's tears,
That has been collected over these years...

To be or not to be,
A question asked daily...

Pulled in by glamour,
The fame becomes addictive...