When your eyes are black with dew,
even lies of tongue are blue...

I know i might be weak,
falling at the lap of waves touching my feet...

You may think her smile is beautiful,
her eyes like stars in their brightness...

A tear brighter than a star,
comes shimmering down from afar...

Too deep to hurt,
yet too painful to ignore...

Roses are red,
so gorgeous as well...

He screamed as she cried,
Told her she should have died...

What you might not understand,
is that not everyone is born in fairytale land...

Please remember me forever,
promise to never forget...

The room spins around me,
as i try to stand tall...

I stand here on a mountain
face up to the sky...

The bells toll,
The bells of death...