Imagine a walk.
A walk of undeserved shame...

Best title of the 3:
I Shouldn't be Here...

I have a confession;
it will always be you...

That smile, those beautiful, happy eyes
Those adventurous outings, filled with surprise...

Just one last chance,
to make it right...

Just behind your image
Is a boy you've never given a chance...

As I lie in the fatal stance
Clutching my abjected heart...

You are here,
fear doesn't exist...

Love
Joyous, Passionate...

Mirror, mirror, tell me why
the image you show makes me cry...

My heart is stained from this black pain,
my cheeks are stained from tears...

So delicately beautiful, so graceful and soft
just one touch could crush nature's finest beauty...