Poor little pretty boy,
He’s crying, crying...

I watch as you walk,
Away from me...

You hand me the knife,
Smile at me...

Pain and suffering,
Anguish and hurt...

Cause of so much stress,
My words will make you a mess...

One night we meet,
One day they come...

I can’t help that I’m different,
Can’t help control my anger...

Hell, fire and brimstone.
Is all I see when I look at you...

Take a few steps back,
Into the past...

Tear open my heart,
I’ve fallen apart...

Two girls who love,
Two girls who wish...

Every time I die,
I don’t really cry...