I lay here, staring into my ceiling.
The dark of the night is the same of my heart...

Sometimes things are going upside down.
My world seems to always be filled with tears...

I cover my eyes and hold them shut,
so tight, as tight as my body...

I hear screaming but my mind is elsewhere,
This is like a nightmare...

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...

Running from the shadowed plains.
I hear voices, I hear them well...

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...