i f i coul d run i ' d run to your d oor i ' d put your blanket over my hea d an d forget i t all.
i f i coul d go back back i nto my past i ' d hug myself before every tear d rop pave d i ts path.
i ' d go back to my home when she stole my soul when i was begg i ng her not to lose control back to my home stan d i ng r i ght bes i d e me an d d efen d i ng myself from that ma d ness wh i ch now d epresses me.
so i 've l i ve d 't i ll now caress i ng every d awn but afra i d to touch the only one i d epen d e d on try i ng to expla i n my wor d s just h i d e i n pa i n 'coz no matter how the story i s tol d no one knows.