Her hair jet-black
Billows to the floor...

Paper and pen is all I need
To set my soul out for all to read...

Painte blood
On all 4 walls...

Take my hand and fall with me
This becomes our destiny...

My knees go weak
I start to fall...

Seems like just yesterday
We knew everything...

I give you this box.
Covered in Gold...

Lying here
My life slips away...

Sometimes...
You're gunna feel alone...

So afraid to let down gaurd.
Thinking that nobody will accept you...

You look at me.
You think...

She tossed and turns in her sleep.
Nightmares...