The weather grows colder...
As the time goes by...

Watch the pretty crimson
As it quickly flows...

This is to my dear friends,
The ones I oh so love...

Why do you glare at me
With those ugly brown eyes...

You see the scars on my arms
Do you even care...

Please Take my hand love
And never ever let go...

June 29, 1989, a terrible mistake was made.
A little baby boy was born...

I'm sorry to everyone that cares,
I just can't make it through...

Trailing blood on my arm
From my lovely crimson art...

My dear friend Sarah,
I just want you to know...

Come in here mother,
Don't be scared...

In this world
that is so unreal...