Walk along an empty graveyard, yet accompanied
Shivers run down your spin...

~Please... give me the BOTD. I wrote this 3 years...
It's a powerful mixture of randomness...

How can you define a flashback?
A painful memory...

"Struggle" couldn't quite describe it.
It was more like...

There's a little sister called Chloe
Who looks at you...

She's the girl with the broken smile
She's the girl who walked all those miles...

For years
I've sat here...

Please, please forgive me
I am who I can only be...

Forgive me please
I have to leave...

Feeling is falling,
Screaming is calling...

Silent, sweeping
Always weeping...

No one sees her there
Ghost child...