I can feel your arms around me,
and I feel safe within them...

Each minute passes so slowly,
but in the end I don't care...

Through the blows I try to scream,
but there's no stopping him...

It seems that this world isn't what it seems.
The people who smile could be faking...

In this haunting forest,
there is a river...

Huddled in a corner crying,
listening to their yelling...

On this bed of roses,
lies a body full of pain...

A girl of only five was locked away,
to be used for her fathers pleasure...

Through his hands he peeks,
watching her run away...

People are never themselves,
their always pretending to be someone else...

I hear the screams in my head,
but I don't care no more...

I scream for them to stop,
but they don't stop yelling at each other...