Ten months out of the year
i long for you to be here...

My heart is under your wrath
i am under your thumb...

Dark, Erie
unpleasant...

Why should anyone care what i am like
i cry silently as i lie under the blanket of night...

Her fingers against his skin
her icy breath against his cheek...

Taste the sweet salt in the tears of agony
watch the reflecting moonlight as it gleams among...

Burning hatred deeper into her soul
the passionate fire ignited...

The hired help raised the blade
2 am, not bad...

I don't want to admit it
but i don't need u to live...

Kneeling on the ground
beside the creek she knows so well...

You say you dont know
how to help me through...

Im a little witch girl
dressed in black...