A drop of blood
slides down my wrist...

I'll tell you a story about my life,
or should I say despair...

I slowly walk through a vacant wasteland,
all that was beautiful is far from sight...

Alone in this darkened place,
cold, so cold, I shiver...

Dear Jenny,
I am writing you this letter...

Dear Peter.
Wow, it's been a while...

I still remember that foggy day,
when wounds turned into scars...

I lie in the park, at the old, breaking bench,
my eyes are burning as my teeth slowly clench...

I'm sitting in my corner,
where I belong...

A small path lies before me, this place is pretty...
the river whispers beautiful melodies, a true...

Have you ever felt like
all you had was gone...

Just when I thought I got rid of the pain...
Hello Heartache, we meet again...