Sweet little birdy, up in the tree
What do you see when you look at me...

"Ring" "Ring" the telephone...
You call and call but nobody knows...

From the first breath
To the last step...

Doing my make-up...it's already running.
Crying, it hurts, the pain that is coming...

Everyday we hang together
Everyday your there...

From the time I felt this feeling
I've wondered if it was real...

This knife, it yearns, to stab through my chest,
To go through my skin, my muscle, my breast...

How am I to feel?
Am I even real...

Thinking of you,
Watching the time...

The lack of words that come to mind
Searching the world, I'm trying to find...