This is to the one i love
This is to the one i hate...

You'll never know
I used to dream about you...

The fresh sprouting bud
Slowly, Softly...

I have my own world
Somewhere only i know...

I have never felt this low
I felt like i was gonna die...

The yellow petals
Falling so softly...

If i was beautiful
Maybe you'd look at me...

It seems when i get close to you
You always back away...

The gaping cut in her wrist
The blood stained knife...

Sorrow fills her eyes now
Fear eats away at her heart...