My dear friend, I always want to run
To you, when I need a little bit of sun...
I'm no street-walker,
And you're no heroin...
I've been thinking lately
That it's time for me to go...
Trapped in the pain of my memories
always replaying in my head...
As she stands before the mirror
and looks into the glass...
Lost in world that never has light
only dark endless nights...
Twinkle, Twinkle falling tears
Cutting will release my fears...
There must be an Angel
By my side this night...
You can't see me or touch me,
But l'm standing next to you...
I haven't talked in two days
haven't left my room at all...
He took away your innocence
He ripped you of your pride...