Pain, agony and despair
Is how my tale shall go...

Lying here,
In the dead of night...

Why must everything die?
Why must this world just shrivel up...

I am very rusty at this. I'm sorry if it's no...
As she stood atop Sydney Harbor...

All alone
In the cruel, cold world...

To be hurting
And so alone...

Everytime I look in the mirror
I see all my imperfections...

I promised you I wouldn't
Just crawl off and die...

Outside the wind is howling,
Shutters are banging...

I awake to hear the blowing of the wind
Almost trying to blow all mortal sin...

Face to the floor
Not making a sound...

Pretending to listen,
I bury my head in my hands...