I take the knife and plunge it deep,
the blood flows from your back...

I look deep into the well,
And I see my reflection...

I can't see the way you look at me,
but my friends see it and tell me...

Who knew it could be so easy,
to ignore you and push you away...

Their hair is always perfect
their clothes always match...

Do you wonder what your life could have been like...
I wonder if I could forget you if I hadn't seen...

Each day she'd come home,
tears streaming down her face...

In my family portrait we're all smiling.
But what happens if that picture starts moving...

With each blow a tear falls,
until there is no more tears to cry...

In this haunting forest,
there is a river...

The clash of battle was heard no more,
and the screams and moans of the wounded died one...

When we were little you'd hold my hand,
and when we grow older you'd protect me from them...