I lock myself up in my room... |
People who hate me don't know me... |
Living in the shadows.... |
And now i know y the symbol for love is an arrow through a heart |
Is all this pain and suffering woth those few moments of love and passion? |
Forgive: |
It's always the quiet ones who have the most to say |
As she walks-head straight down, |
She left so many things unsaid, |
At first i was afraid to love him... |