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...

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

Slip, Slip
I'm falling...

Purple trees sway
With the red cold wind...

Loving you
Without you here...

Keep them covered
Hide them away...

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...

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

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

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