Insect! Vile worm!
I regret the very day you were born...

It's hurt so long, nothing seems to ever be right,
I'm sad and I'm angry and hate everything, out of...

I'm frightened,
Because my world was shook by a siren...

I entered the hospital room with trepidation,
Carrying the bouquet of carnations...

It's a fever dream, something frightful,
It's an ironic twist of fate, nature being...

I know every day can't be perfect,
But I wish it could be so...

Heat of the day melts me like wax,
Panic rips me, in horrid attacks...

First Verse:
I'm sitting here alone on the steps, and it's been...

Walking, moving, always,
Trudging in the glaze...

Witches spells,
Incantations of the night...

If the words were enough...
To transit time...

Running through the hillside,
Living a love with you as my guide...