Under a tree, in the blinding moonlight.
I sat, broken and beat...
It feels like ages, since I haven't been torn...
I feel spellbound, with this so called curse...
Where are you?
What happened...
The thoughts are back
The dangerous ones that make me wish I was dead...
You always break me
You gave me back the key...
That ache I have clear to my bones
and so upset my stomach's roiling...
Alone I stand
In an empty lot...
Feelings, the things I never thought I'd know.
Well, you proved me wrong...
The ruler of the skies
the creator everything feared...
I Grasp My Heart.
Which she has torn apart...
Sometimes I sit back and think
I think of everything I went through...
Last words told
I'm sry mom...