The sun rises
Her soul grasped by fire...

I know that you'll think this is crap
So you won't listen...

The darkness shadows her pale frame
As she constantly re-lives her pain...

My crimson hand
Is my feeling band...

Why don’t we listen
To the painful cries...

Her wounded soul
Lay deep inside...

Her freckled smile
Is her line...

Her wrists are covered
In hurtful memory...

I stood back in horror
Broke down to the floor...

I say my goodbye
To all of my friends...

I will die here; like Jesus did for you,
You, as a friend have broken my heart too...

This is my place
Where I'm all alone...