I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.

In the darkest night, A flower will grow.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.