A picture stealing her soul
a word stealing her life...

Dear mom and dad
i know i was never perfect...

His heart was broken
his body maimed...

How can we balance
these lives we control...

The memories she couldn't deny
the things she'd done...

What is this i hold in my hand
its a sharp and shiny blade...

Why do you make it so hard
when i love you...

Your terror
far more than i could have guessed...

I see her now
through a crack in the door...

She lies across her bed
wishing she could be anywhere...

She sits and stares
at the reflection of her silouette...

I'm burning holes in the back of your head
i know you must feel the flames from my eyes...