We danced round in circles
in time with the wind...

I feel the touch of your lips on mine
the kiss on my cheek is still there...

Everyone knows and everyone hates
the drama and pain that the heart creates...

Why is he so blind? Can't he see?
He means much more than that to me...

The anger that burns behind my eyes
The hatred I feel building deep inside...

In my hands i hold a box
in it are my secrets and thoughts...

I mar my appearance
i destroy my skin...

I'm tired of living this woven lie
tired of wanting to lay down and die...

Hide the pain that i feel
bury it deep inside...

You missed a little, dear,
when you stabbed me in the back...

You come and ask me
why it is i do not talk...

I think about all that i said
yet i feel even more dead...