Oh the tangled webs we weave
When we practice to deceive...

I cut
But...

Two horses, flying by
Under the sweet Missouri sky...

How close is close?
Is it too close...

Where is the conviction.
Of this furthest mystery...

He cheated on me
While I was gone...

I take All these pills
And shove them down my throat...

His soft, tender touch
On my lips...

Where did all this blood come from
Right here on the floor...

Before my eyes
My life is falling...

She sighs..
No reason to breathe anymore...

This was never the path I wanted
But now Im sick, feeling haunted...