Nasty little secrets,
word you'll never speak...

Welcome to the little house of horrors,
please do take a seat...

A little girl with sparkling eyes,
framed by eyelashes dear...

Oh, sweet powder room,
screaming in your vanity...

You breathe sweet hope upon my skin,
plucking my sisters one by one...

Lovely little car wrecks
blazing red in the black night...

She's cryin' in her sleep,
and it's keeping me awake...

It's ok; I swear I'm fine.
I'm just talking to the dead again...

Vicious cycles lead to speaking-
talking in circular ways...

She'd rather fix her makeup
than her broken heart inside...

Nineteen candles on a bittersweet cake.
Day of joy, day of weary pain...

Little girl from cherry hills,
ribbons tied around blonde hair...