Crumpled, Creased, Ripped.
This is my life on paper...

-Instead of making me better, you're just making...
This makes me sick...

A far fetched hope
A silent cry...

The wind passes through us,
As if our bodies where hollow trees...

Show me that you really understand.
Take my breath as you take my hand...

How stricken the moon looks, growing in the sky
So quiet, so sad, so sick...

Your words suffocate me
Why won't they let me be...