Her form has turned to hollow
Just bones, skeletons bare...

You light up your last cigarette
blow smoke at where i sit...

My life has consisted of ups and of downs
this down is not ending, i hope that it will...

I wonder what were fighting for
if we are fighting at all...

Cmon man, please dont cry
They dont know you like I do...

A tiny ballerina
But three years of age...