Crazy? I don’t think I am
Too young? I can understand...

As were creeping through the bushes,
I hear the sounds of this forbidden land...

Here we are, all grown up,
We havent seen each other in years...

Holding in the tears,
As I stare into my porcelain sanctuary...

The darkness creeps around me,
The shadows dance upon my walls at night...

A picture tells a thousand words,
And by the expression on your face...

I check for updated pictures,
Of someone I long to forget...