It's February at last,
forever waiting in the past...

A cut is torn into her skin.
Blood pours from her arms...

Do you remember that long day back in July? When...

A new feeling inside,
haven't felt this way in a long time...

Don't come to soon,
your life is like a cocoon...

And she doesn't feel in,
she's all alone in this world...

Stoners live,
stoners die...

Since the first day,
I knew it was true...

She sits and she waits,
For the prinipal to states...

A love so pure,
nothing could cure...