Pain, agony and despair
Is how my tale shall go...

Lying here,
In the dead of night...

I am very rusty at this. I'm sorry if it's no...
As she stood atop Sydney Harbor...

All alone
In the cruel, cold world...

Why must everything die?
Why must this world just shrivel up...

The end is so near
But always so far...

Face to the floor
Not making a sound...

Everytime I look in the mirror
I see all my imperfections...

I promised you I wouldn't
Just crawl off and die...

Outside the wind is howling,
Shutters are banging...

I awake to hear the blowing of the wind
Almost trying to blow all mortal sin...

Pretending to listen,
I bury my head in my hands...