She's lurking around her world,
Finding nothing but shattered glass...

I'm sitting here listening to my speakers,
The music is screaming; touching me...

Anxiously walking down this long narrow street,
Feet tapping and stepping on the cracks of paper...

I remember you mentioning being molested,
But it was a long time ago I put it in the back of...

When people die have you ever wondered to...
What they were thinking as their clock was...

The time comes when those
whom we have loved...

I no longer write for a one-person audience
with stories behind the words...

I'm trying so hard to be happy,
I'm trying even hard to sleep...

I was told to never give up on a person,
Especially don't give up on a person you love...

I've held on to this secret for so long
and now...

These words flicker in and out,
Just like this candles flame...

Through nights of regret
and days of despair...