This house is haunted now
By memories, some good...

Why do I have to think so much?Why do my thoughts...
Until I cant even breathe...

I love you so much
So you much you'll never understand...

I have a canvas and I have a brush
But my canvas is my arm...

Sometimes life is just too hard to take
it gets to the point where you think you might...

She plays a part she was never meant to play
Acts like someone else just to get away...

She goes through life unnoticed
Nobody noticing that she's there...