You were special to everyone here,
We all hold you close, we hold you dear...

What am I to do?
Where am I to go...

You were so tiny you were such a dear
your little coos where all that we could hear...

Sitting so pretty
Pretty in pink...

A setting for one
Is all I get...

I cut myself
to watch the blood flow...

To love is to be free
And to be found...

I want to be happy, and to be cared for
I want to be free, but not shown the door...

I feel the breeze upon my skin
And I cannot ease what lies within...

I love your eyes
I love your smile...