Oh c'mon baby have you ever seen them?
Their white fangs glistening form the moon...

Those eyes are filled with hate
of years of hurt and betrayal...

When we were little daddy built us a tree house
with a ladder and everything else...

This may be sick and twisted
but please don't judge me so quickly...

You walk up to me and ask me what's wrong
if only I could tell things would better...

Why don't you wish upon a star
for dreams that will never come true...

Would you wait for me
in the freezing rain...