I'm leaving home,
I'm on my way...

I didn't know her, now she's dead,
She put a bullet through her head...

Oh My Dearest Wife, I Remember Those Days,
Those Days Where The Sun Never Shone...

Please Don't Judge Me By My Face
My Religion Or My Race...

Who's That Girl, Her Reflection So Poor
Who Nobody Notices, Whose Heart Is So Sore...

I'll Never Be The Girl Who Stands Tall And Looks...
I'll Never Be The Girl Who Can Survive The Big...

She Just Wanted Love But Was Rejected By All
This Rejection And Hate Would Be Her Downfall...

On the steps of that school I sat alone,
On the steps of that school I wrote this poem...

A rose has a beauty beyond compare,
Without makeup or long flowing hair...

Crimson Blood -- Many Tears
Deafening Screams -- No One Heres...