And she cries big crimson tears of pain,
as the blood driped to her palm...

A curious little girl
she picked up a shiny new toy...

Shes stoops against a willow at the rise of the...
Overgrown grass and wild lillies waving over her...

I'm tired of being shot down
I'm tired of wearing nothing but a frown...

Memories are not faded candid poloriods
Theyre like the crackling sound on rodial phones...

No body knows what I'm holdin' inside,
I try my hardest not to run and hide...

Does it always hurt?
Will I always feel this almost blinding pain in my...

Wondering and unwanted, a child on her own,
surounded by people, and still all alone...

But if your book really speaks the truth
I may just be farther from Heaven than you...

And so it begins with the new day,
wake up and your mind races...

Words of endearment tumble from your lips
soft loving touches flowing from your fingertips...

Never ever will I regret,
the times I spent with you...