He whistled down a lonely road
A road that no one ever walked by...

As the chittering grows
From the jittering bugs...

The girl with the crimson hair
I can't help but stare...

Feel the dark
A glistening eye...

Looking through the trees
You see...

I must admit it really does hurt
I just want you to not realise how much...

Three trees appeared on the hill
Three shadows moving in the wind...

I'll run through you
Just like you know I can...

Left or Right?
Black or White...

I walk through the hall every minute
Just to see if you are in it...

I see you all get the news
I am dead...

When I was younger I always wanted to be the...
I want to be just like all of you rather than...