I use to hate
I use to cut...

He pulls on the chains
That bind him...

Counting against the tree then
Running to find him...

Just because i like the color black
I'm not Gothic...

Running in circles
Not knowing where to go...

I walk the darkened streets
Trying to find my love...

Finally letting go
His picture burns in front of me...

Out of breath
In this abandoned room...

I run
Run far, far away...

Slowly dieing
Fading away...

I've been shot
Shot with a silver bullet...

There's a chill in the air tonight
You know that somethings not right...