I stand on the cliff
My hands on my chest...

A Child's Fears, Silly right?
No, quite real, the come at night...

Sweat running down his face
Bloot shot eyes shut tight...

A snap of a finger
A whistle of a bird...

What is it to never be loved?
How could someone feel so alone...

The sky was clear, Not a cloud in sight.
A play to my left, bazaar to my right...

The night it began, the moon was blood red.
That night just one question, ran through my head...

A man with a mask
Ashamed of his face...

I met Mr. Right, But he wasn't true
He lied to me saying "it's me and you&quot...

A tasty morsel of a days third meal.
Infested with maggots, making bad appeal...