All my walls seem to fall,
as we speak once again...

Too many break downs to hold on,
this love I felt is gone...

Angels lay in the bay,
they sit on the clouds of hope...

Walking to the golden gates.
Looking at the ground nothing...

Miracles are things that happen, but fate is...
Lies covered the streets...

I once was lost,
but now, I'm found...

Kissing the mirror; obsessed with your reflection,
red lipsticks prints; in love with yourself...

There is a hint of a dance technique in death,
a certain design to the whole dying process...

The pain ended,
with a little help...

She burnt down her house with herself inside,
a young girl; only sixteen with big dreams...

Demons of my past are haunting me,
eating at my mind...

I'm laying the past to rest today,
burning everything that reminds me...