Walk the path of
the trees...

She cuts
her wrist...

They glow so bright
like a stare in your sight...

Why misunderstood
what you never could...

She stands still
only the knife...

She falls
never to get back up...

She runs
runs forth...

Why do i love you
why is it true...

It walks through the night
with a long cloak...

Mirror mirror
on the wall...

In the shadows
is were i lay...

Hands moving
eyes closed...