Uncle George, why did you leave?
And my sisters so young and naive...

Tears welling up in the back of my eyes,
I feel my heart rate starting to rise...

I'm hiding,
Hiding from the truth...

I hear a knock at the door
Hurry put on my mask...

The other day I saw the sun
It was shining, brightly...

Love is;
It is a brutal game of luck and chance...

We are in the car
It's raining out there...

Go outside,
Breathe the air...

I a falling hard for you,
I am scared though...

Hearts are meant to be filled,
Filled with heaps of love...

Do you remember,
When the grass was tall...

Sitting alone in my room,
Staring at my hideous pink wall...