She walks the void of midnight;
Her skirts of innocence wrap around her ankles...

The sun ascends over the horizon,
As if it carried a concealed paintbrush...

I swear I can fly
On these butterfly wings of mine...

Pulling on coattails
i was maybe of four years...

And there are times where I feel as naked
As the water fresh from the tap...

I wanna the be the girl,
That's sung about...

And as the clock struck midnight,
I knew from the first chime...

As he gave her a flower--
its scent alluring and seductive...

Good morning,
My lonely, poignant lover...

A voice inside my head conveys a message:
"Don't you go seeing him again...

These wounds won' be shown,
The bruises won't make themselves known...

My love, my love
Upon the silver platter...