All around there is darkness,
Deeper than the night...

I rejoice in the depression,
That’s seeping into my heart...

How can I be right for you?
What is it I have to do...

When Joan came home,
From little Marie’s Party...

Steps across flowerbed,
Heart heavy with dread...

Broken heart,
Torn apart...

When I’m ready to try,
I’ll be there...

In the real world,
Perhaps the sun does shine...

I’m shouting out,
I’m screaming loud...

Dear mommy,
I have something to say...

These scars run down in lines,
Down, below my veins...

I don’t wanna try,
I don’t wanna cry...