I sit down on a rock
to think about my life...

Hands
reaching...

A slender figure in her snowy gown
the cool breeze drifting through her dark hair...

Just because
i felt like it...

Looking through to see the view
A little gift from me to you...

Grasping out with sharpened steel
Holding back that hated squeal...

Counting numbers; up and down
Driving deep into the ground...

I told you to hate me
Don't want you to like me...

Dreams floating away
just whispers in the wind...

My heart cries out
the silence overpowers...

Moving towards a tomorrow
Though it will never, never come...