You seem to have won
You're happy, while I'm sad...

I tell all my friends your a jerk
They all think I hate you...

Loving you
Without you here...

Slip, Slip
I'm falling...

Purple trees sway
With the red cold wind...

Drowning in my disillusions
Everything is fake, not right...

Mommy please don't get mad
I don't want to feel the back of your hand...

Wouldn't it be nice
To get up and grab a knife...

When I was six
I woke up and you weren't there...

Fear- fear of what?
Whats at the bottom...

Keep them covered
Hide them away...

The crimson flows
As she feels the love she'll never know...