I never wanted to be that girl,
The one who cries in public places...

Our Past is made of Misery
Of Pain without an end...

Higher. Faster.
Push...

Another cliche,
An overused phrase...

Depression waits
A lion on the hunt...

Heart in Hand
And Heaven above...

It's my depression, My regression
Into darkness, Into Hell...

I loved you.
With all my heart...

I am lying now.
Not crying's how...

How pretty she is when she falls down.
How ugly when she cries...

Memories.
In the night...

You ask me why I do it,
I ask you why not...