Under a bridge.
I hide my true idenity...

The cold breeze of the night,
didn't hit me quite yet...

My darling princess,
I'd love to hold your hand...

I knew him well, more well then most.
He had a lot ahead of him...

I found myself crawling over rocks,
my hands stained with the blood I try to hide...

She may say she's not pretty,
She may think she's not good...

I wish I had a little box,
in which I could lock away...

If we could close our eyes,
Then re-open them to see...

There would be a bullet through my head
before I say goodbye to you...

And I'm so sick and tried of this.
I'm selfish, I'm everything you ever said...

Your curls are delicate,
and shine in the sun...

So I say,
I want to lie on this bed...