To end my life...
Maybe with a knife...

Walking through the shadows...
always alone...

Anger flowing inside.
Breaking away at my shell...

I hate the way you talk,
especially the way you walk...

Slipping slowly into madness
Looking everywhere only to find...

Slipping slowly into madness.
Looking everywhere only to find...

Walking between the tree's.
Gliding through the woods with ease...

Walking the distance only to see.
The only one to see is me...

BEAUTY IS LIKE A BED OF FLOWERS
YOU CAN APPRECIATE IT FOR HOURS...

BEAUTY IS LIKE A BED OF FLOWERS
YOU CAN APPRECIATE IT FOR HOURS...

I remember the way she wispers,
How she got the shivers...

She sits beside me every day
each hour from day to day...