I just ran away
From the orphanage my mother left me...
So...I guess it's harder to let you go than I...
For no matter what I do, you're always whispering...
Words that I scatter through my memory,
like torn paper crawling on the floor...
Cold and gray is the stone
Where my true love lies...
Memory's flash by like slides;
as the knife glides...
I am sitting in class;
watchin the seconds pass...
I'm untied
From chains...
As i cut my wrist
and watch my clothes stain...
Zephyrs whispering my ears
As they passed me by...
I'm tired of feeling this way.
my body is way to tired to feel your face...
Alone She Cried
5/29/04...
Don't hold me in your arms
or kiss me on the cheek...