Snow white and bloodless,
pale hair frames a pale face.
Silent speeches in my head,
in a dark and empty place.
Things I should have said,
things I should have done,
will haunt forever,
the person I\'ve become.
Alone, in guilt and regret,
alone in my heartache.
And some distant day on some distant shore,
I know with certainty I will break,
and fall through the cracks,
into darkness and despair.
It will drag me down to hell,
maybe I\'ll see you there.