She was a perfect girl
her face was on the magazine...

You say these words to me
you say these words soft spokenly...

Life, kiss myself good bye
hold my hands to the angel of death...

The crisp dark air blows through my face
the feeling upon my self, is a big disgrace...

I have always dreamed of the day when i meet you
my world before you, life was dark and lonesome...

The shadows are falling continuously
the rain is coming down as the shadow flows...

Walking down the dark road looking for light
drowning in my tears seems like a never ending...