Butterflies, Complete panic,
A thrill of excitement...

The bitter touch of tears,
Running down your face...

The old little photo,
lying on the floor...

She lingers in the darkness,
You carefully study the silhouette of her...

The blood of my memories pour down the walls,
I scream and cry as it falls...

Out on the street,
Alone with your words...

Your greedy smile pulls me in,
I slowing walk foreword...

The darkness....
like the deep, black middle of the night...

I sit on bed cry and playing with my needle,
When did life get so unreal...

A beautiful flower, no different from the others...

I walk in,
Listening to my I-pod...

It was the one thing i was good at,
they always said i was so good...