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

I cut...
i hurt...

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

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

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

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

Shining across the sky
after a gentle rain...

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

The shadows crawl along the walls,
they slide along the floor...

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

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

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