On my wrist one small cut
I could stop but for what...

When the wind blows,
The trees move...

I hear a voice, it tries to scream,
Tries to wake up from this dream...

What does Christmas look like in the summer time?
Is there snow on the ground, or is there hot...

Watching the second plane
Ending all those lives...

Darkness is here
I can feel it...

Co. written by Christina
Darkness comes...

My life's so close to ending
Yet my love's to pure to share...

Sensing me behind you
Yet you cannot seem to see...