Fantastic summer days
Thick purple haze...

Somethings not right
I feel it...

Deep down somewhere inside
There is a girl...

Remember me
I'm that little girl...

Shushing me softly, my dear blur cries
Go to sleep now, gently close your eyes...

Right beside you I stand.
I hold your hand...

I'm giving up on this
Because it just doesn't feel right...

The sky dark red
The ground black...

Tragic beauty queen
Sitting in her prom dress on the stairs...

It's hard to tell you how I feel
For fear that things might change...

We are cutters
Who bleed at night...

Can't you see
Open up and look...