I
Have...

She appeared once more,
Showing her white thin face...

Crimson tears, from your wrists
drip down to the page...

For everything in one's life
just becomes too much...

They started off as pretty pictures
flowers, trees you and me...

Always there, watching your every move,
Following you, but you don't know...

I know you're there,
I can sense you...

The shadow approaches,
The train glides by...

So many thoughts,
In my head...

A walk along the beach,
Rain drips onto the sand...

Trickelling,
Sleeping...

If I feel unhappy,
Will you be there...