Forsaken are we,
His children...

The cold night slowly ends,
A new day breaks...

Hating Christmas!!
Shooting Santa...

Forsaken are we,
His children...

The blood starts clotting,
And I am healing...

Looks can be deceiving,
The poison of a plant...

You tell me honest lies,
You hold me to you...

One-person stops,
Me cutting away...

When you left me,
I found it hard to cope...

Dead,
Am I loved...

I was sitting watching my computer screen,
When I realised I’d never talk to you...

Love is the knotting in my stomach,
Love is the feeling of great happiness...