Doesn't your conscience
eat away at your soul...

I am who I am.
I'm who I say I am...

You're gone.
I miss you...

I don't know where I'm heading.
I don't know anything anymore...

She kneels to the ground.
As if moments away...

"Dear Lord"
She said...

At midnight,
The glass bathes the concrete...

I don't welcome you!
You inevitable fear...

No more string for protection,
Shame...

Protect me.
Please...

Little Bird,
Little Bird...

Pink.
Soft...