The play
me in a satin maroon dress...

You through a penny
in a wishing well...

Im falling
Im falling...

I wanna go somewhere
I wanna be somebody...

Can things be fix
or just hiden away...

You never told me about the world
never warned me about it either...

You knew i existed
You knew i was there...

School, bus, home
bus home fight...

Dear Heart,
I know its been tough...

You said that it was over
and that i meant nothing...

People hurt, People die,
People cry, People hide...

The nice ring of the word knive
makes me want to grab it...