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

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

Pain and suffering,
Anguish and hurt...

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

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

In my hand the sits a reason to live on,
In my hand the sits a reason, so death be gone...

Distort in the dark,
I hear the cry of the crow...

How does it feel when the light,
At the end of the tunnel goes out...

Darkness is evil,
And it is in good...

In my hand the sits a reason to live on,
in my hand the sits a reason, so death be gone...

Just a few words to say I love you,
Forever have and forever will...

A child walked in darkness,
Alone and cold...