If your reading this I'm sorry,
I hope I didn't make you mad...

Closes enough to touch,
yet eternally distant...

I speak without meaning,
i talk without words...

Shes that girl,
the girl with purple hair...

The Wind here is strange,
It howls in the middle of the day...

She said there is nothing like a daydream,
A striking chord to change the scene...

Hiding, hiding in the music,
scared, scarred...

Why so much torment?
Enough pain is had...

For you i would die,
for you i shall live...

When you get sick of her remember...
the laughs...

Why did i not hide it better?
why did i just give in...

Hurt, left, motionless on the floor,
why do you do this to me...