I made you a promise
I would never cut again...

I know I got it all wrong,
and I am sorry for complaining about your excuses...

Stolen hearts gather fearfully
on the cold mountain of winter...

Like a broken umbrella,
she became useless for this life...

I feel like my windows not mine anymore
its like someones thrown a brick inside...

The night may be over
but the monster is still here...

Atmosphere changes
as rumbling echoes approach...

I want to stop
you crashing...

I don't know what is happening to me,
to become so filled with anger and hate...

Sometimes I see you standing sheepishly
on the sharp corner of your life...

Buzzing bumblebees
get to work inside their hive...

I wish I could believe
that no one would miss me when I am gone...