The Swift Cold Breeze,
Of A Winter's Day...

The Darkness Creeps In,
Followed By The Pitter Patter Of Tears...

The Silent Tapping,
My Fingers Rattling...

Those cold, bitter words,
That stick right to my heart...

There's A Demon In My Mind,
That Takes Over My Shaken Being...

Your Trying To Hide,
All Your Endless Lies...

Secrets To Be Told.
Lies To Be For told...

Surrounded In Your Blanket,
Of Everlasting Love...

Push me down,
and beat me up...

I Remember All These Clearly,
These Scars On My Wrists...

If you were the girl,
Who was always left out...

Does he really love me?
Or is this just some game...