All I can dream about
Is sailing away...

Are you on drugs? They ask me.
Have you been getting pissed...

I guess the rain is dampening
For the spirits of those who are free...

This drug is taking me
Drowning me in regret...

Sometimes death whispers in our ears
Or chills our mortal soul...

It’s hard to say, that should have been me.
While still very much alive...

I remember
A time when the sun was dependable...

What is with the people in this world?
Who could really do that to a child...

At lunchtime every single day
While other kids went out to play...

I’m going to change my life today
I know it will work out fine...

This may just look like mincemeat
And it was once very much alive...

Cold and lonely in the rain
Tattered girl, sits in the cold...