Walking down th hallway all alone,
I notice the way they look at me...

In this house i sit alone
as i get farther away from everyone...

This feelings come back,
This rage so strong...

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

Tonight is the night,
I'll walk away...

I look through all my old pictures,
to find pictures of my best friend when she was...

People are never themselves,
their always pretending to be someone else...

The one I thought you were,
is not really who you are...

At night no one hears the cry of the wolf,
or the screeching of the owl...

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

A girl of only five was locked away,
to be used for her fathers pleasure...

Each time she cuts herself,
she paints a picture...