I brush my straight black hair
it's not interesting...

Piece by piece,
my lonely heart...

I give up.
I won't fight...

Not-do-dear Mom,
Do you want to know the truth...

I can feel it.
A shadow passes through me...

They say I am strong,
But coldness is preceived as strength...

Like twisting vines full of thorns,
It winds its way through life...

Spring,
When the flowers are growing...

I come back to you
What is it that draws me...

The only kind of butterflies that isn't so pretty
Is the kind I get in my stomach...

I thought I could hang on to you
So what did I do...

Well there was this guy and there was this girl
And she liked him, but knew he could never love...