It's the press of the bodies
That maddens my mind...

An angel so perfect
Was put through such hell...

{She's} really quite fine on her own
It's {just} kind of a big mess...

Slipping, sliding,
happy day...

I am sitting
waiting...

L eave those pen marks on the paper
O pinions have been formed...

This will take to long
a should have brought a gun...

Once upon a time
a girl wrote a story...

She taps her toes
so no one knows...

Turn around
and walk away...

I share your tears
i share your fears...

She could have helped me
but she didn't...