Uncle George, why did you leave?
And my sisters so young and naive...

Tears welling up in the back of my eyes,
I feel my heart rate starting to rise...

I'm hiding,
Hiding from the truth...

I hear a knock at the door
Hurry put on my mask...

The other day I saw the sun
It was shining, brightly...

Love is;
It is a brutal game of luck and chance...

We are in the car
It's raining out there...

I a falling hard for you,
I am scared though...

Go outside,
Breathe the air...

Hearts are meant to be filled,
Filled with heaps of love...

Slowly I slither,
Back to my abandoned hole...

Sitting alone in my room,
Staring at my hideous pink wall...