Malice rises in the air with the tribal smoke from...
There you are, figure wavering in the hot smoke...

Senses failing in bitter timing
And gold-plated life stopped rhyming...

My heart is like a book
Don't judge me by my cover...

Lady so graceful
From the beginning...

My orchard
Where golden sunlight streams amber through clear...

I know you will love the way
From forever to never...

My problem is
I tend to forget...

This isn't how it was supposed to be!
You were meant to be with me...

Sick of your anger
Sick of your lies...

Cross my heart and swear to die
Etch my ankles bare and dry...