I feel so angry at myself,
Because I never knew...

I am the unwanted vase that sits upon a shelf,
in the window of an antiques shop...

We stuck together through all the years
we helped each other deal with our fears...

Who is she and why does she hide?
now people forget her other side...

I crawl through memory lane
on my hands and knees...

I remember that day so vividly
when you first opened your eyes...

If your heart had the gift of speech,
tell me what would it say...

My icy shadow rises from
the cold mist of yesterday's defeat...

I remember going back to your house for the first...
I was terrified and shaking...

When the story gets told for the first time,
I know I will be breaking all of his rules...

The killer is destructible
The killer is incurable...

In the middle
of a field so green...