The story of us... Page one... Opening up... Lust betrays the useless hand that 
 feeds. We are cut between the lines. The verdict sews where it bleeds, that 
 was years ago. As you held her hand you let go, you will never share her 
 cries of life. Opening up... Page two... I'm afraid I will lose her and these 
 pictures will turn to shadows. And I'm afraid of watching the pages turn by 
 so quickly, and I'm afraid. The tides have changed and you're alone now. 
 Victims of abuse become a scene. Forgiven words are not enough to build the 
 bridge of sincerity. Blame yourself or God for trusting the ones your life 
 was counting on. In sickness and in health... I'm afraid I will lose her and 
 these pictures will turn to shadows. And I'm afraid of watching the pages 
 turn by so quickly, and I'm afraid. If you could touch her face right now. 
 If you could hear her voice right now, this is the price you will pay for 
 abandoning her in misery. (Let these snakes choke on her flesh. She burns on 
 the inside without you, and that's the end of the story.) Does it make you 
 feel like you're a king... Preying on the innocent... She's suffocating, can't 
 you hear her?... It's a shame we do it to suit our own... And hope things make 
 better sense another day.