I cut...
i hurt...

I was born to tell you
i love you...

Walking slowly home in the midnight sun,
walking along the river of blood run...

I walk down my hall
and across the walls...

Walking down the street,
the outcast, the geek...

Shining across the sky
after a gentle rain...

With a heart
love is suppossed to be art...

You said you loved me.
you said you cared...

Fall just starting,
all the willows are parting...

When the cold winter meets spring
the little pixes and fairies come out and sing...

The burning pain inside my gut,
the tearing away of my skin...

Looking in the mirror,
i can see clear...