I no longer play that song
that used to make me feel your love...

I'm sorry, Life,
I truly am...

I remember the safest place I could ever find
was in the back seat of your car...

Children drown
in the water of fear...

Just one little cut,
one little cut...

Every tear-drop that you cry
travels down your lonely cheek...

My trusting heart
and hopeful soul...

What does it take for them to listen?
I'm willing to end it all...

Craziness chases my sanity
like a game of cops and robbers...

There was no sting of pain
from the bullets...

Caught up in his spider web
trapped by all the things he said...

I apologise if I act a little cold sometimes,
but I am remaining cautiously guarded...