Now maybe i was just a baby born destination...
Life was cold where i was, But the destination...

A reason to change who you wanted to be all so...
The Vending machines keep asking where it is...

Do you think that if you ignore it,
That it will all just go away...

Please do not make me look you in the eye
Do not calm my anger, Nor watch me cry...

The first words of which she spoke to separated by...

Alone in my room,
I sit and stare...