The smooth slicing,
The blade so sharp...

Glancing back at me,
A monster so feared...

The swing set,
The see-saw...

As night comes,
The dark forms figures on the wall...

It took a few hours,
But she finally said I could go...

Her tears fall like diamonds,
& gently hit the floor...

Her tears fall like diamonds,
& gently hit the floor...

The house was covered,
In thick black smoke...

When you stare at me
With big brown eyes...

Its not my fault that Im this way,
Its my personality...

Running, Running,
Will i make it...

All our precious memories,
Now aspects of the past...