She was a perfect girl
her face was on the magazine...

Trapped in a dungeon for many yeas
Weep by the cold shadows and tears...

I hate being alone, I'm afraid to get hurt
I'm afraid to be alone, i hate to be made fun of...

When the drop from my eye hits the ground,
would it be a tear...

Looking in my mirror
seeing my reflection...

Summer memories
are now lost...

Walking down the dark road looking for light
drowning in my tears seems like a never ending...

Life, kiss myself good bye
hold my hands to the angel of death...

Under the eyes of the untold tales by the storm
the clouds under my feet will keep me float...

My heart is beating its last few beats
pounding the blood through the veins...

Follow the foot steps to my heart
and i will show you what bliss is about...

You say these words to me
you say these words soft spokenly...