I'm leaning over the toilet bowl,
Puking up, fresh blood...

.. Forever...
Your memories are with me...

You said you'd always love me
and I believed you everyday...

I have this endless glowing,
which I cannot explain in words...

Come on you know you want to,
Get going...

She stares at her image
in the 1,000 year old mirror...

And I'm a girl so unhappy
so sick and tired...

Where are those bleeding angels
that flew wistfully in the sky...

The cobwebs invade the little town
the town that was once...

I'm hardly aware of anything,
I'm hardly aware of this...

Will you please help me,
I can't do this alone...

She craddles her tears
flashbacks of her childhood...