The petals on the flowers,
wilt and fray...

Blood stains,
white sheets...

Painful memorys,
are what holds her down...

The sound of the alarm buzzing doesn't wake her...
It's the sound of absolutely nothing...

Girl: I want to be with you now.
Boy:but your parents don't want us to see each...

Sorry for the tears,
that fell down my shattered cheek...

How can you say,
I am a freak when you...

Night of Secrets...

You take that blade,
hold it to your wrist...

Broken Angel...

People walk around
acting like what they do...

Pain... it's just really a state of mind.. you can...
Death.. is just a way of getting out of life.. so...