The day my mind forgives your sins,
The day I forgive you for everything...

My face is white...
My tears are painted...

A padded cell,
I kick and yell...

My head tells me to stop,
My stomach churns...

Where is my home?
Why am I alone...

A bottle of pills lay beside him,
A death most grim...

I don't want to go to hell,
But I want to cut myself...

To say how pretty I am,
People are obligated to...

A horrifying sight,
I saw one night...

I just can't take hold,
Of what I have...

My lips are never to lock with another's,
My hair will never be brushed out of my eyes to...

The sweet sound of my mothers lullaby,
Memory of it makes me cry...