I could cry a million tears,
and posess a billion fears...

Waves of destruction tearing down these places,
Broken dreams, broken lives and broken houses all...

Still in love, still broken hearted,
Still lost in feelings, the way it started...

Cut my skin,
Pull out my hair...

What have I done?
What did I do...

I hate the way you’re up yourself,
And how you stare at me...

I was controlled,
I was a fool...

I’d buy you the world if I had the money,
If I had what you wanted, I’d give you it honey...

Should I live or should I die?
Should I laugh or should I cry...

Sitting on my bed, listening to the radio.
Blank paper and new pen, nothing comes out though...

Where am I?
Where is the girl of old...

Can you hear that sound?
The one that makes me shake...