"When the snow falls, and you’re in pain, do you think that the white color of the cold snow will turn red, into a wonderful bed of roses? Are my eyes closed? If they open, will they see that the sky’s in the color of blue and not gray? Or am I inside a cage, so broken? Let’s dance tonight to the clock burning every second away, second away, second away. The fading light, leaves everything in darkness swallowed and gone, swallowed and gone, swallowed and gone. There are shadows in the closet. I said when I was just a little girl, foolish and young, with an innocent tongue outspoken. Are they still there? If they are gone, will they be waiting and greeting me with warm welcomes and smiles, as I go with them while I’m broken?"