As I stand in the garden surrounded by glistening...
The smell of Roses, Baby Breaths, and Poppies...

Death is the beginning.
The beginning is death...

You are suppose to protect me not hurt me.
Why do you treat me the way you do...

You were the one who robbed my heart.
You were the one who showed me true love...

You are suppose to protect me not hurt me.
Why do you treat me the way you do...

Guide my back and tell me where we are going.
See my eyes they see your reflection...

Have you ever gotten into a fight with a person...
Have you ever wanted to take your own life because...

She feels like a bird
Her life is like a cage...