My heart, once whole
Not broke but torn...

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...

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

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

Face to the floor
Not making a sound...

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

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...

Your smile
Your laugh...

The rose has wilted
Just like the flower that was my heart...