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

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

Mirror images of our former selves,
stereotypical beans...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've been phlegmatic,
I've been dramatic like I'm in a play...

Do you see the lost of a childhood?
Do you know the unexplainable nightmares...