Sick of their shouts,
I run to my place...

How many times have I written this note?
How many times have I stood here with this knife...

Why won't you tell me what you feel?
Why do I have to hear of anything not from you...

I feel like breaking down
Falling to the ground...

I’m trapped.
They’ve finally got me against this wall...

It's near the time of year again
When she was taken from us...

Dancing in the mirror,
Singing in the shower...

I come here,
To feel at peace...

She is the child,
Who sat on her own...

The wind was calling through the trees to her...

Looking up at the stars tonight
For some reason they’ve lost their beauty...

When they hold her hand,
She is not there...