Pages tell a story untold about a girl left out in the cold
She cries, she screams, but nobody hears it
She looks for love in al the wrong places, and sees disgust on all of their faces
This is it, tonight she's leaving
But when she does She'll be asking
Persecuted for the one he loves
Told he'll never be one with god
It's a choice its not natural, but its what he wants; yeah its what he wants
This is it he's made up his mind
Tonight's the night he finally dies
Leaves a note for one last time, before he finally takes flight
If I leave this place, would you Remember my name?
If I couldn/t stay down here, would you be there to catch my tears?
If I couldn't stand on my own, would you be there to hold me up?
Would you be a hand I could hold?
If I leave this place, would you Remember my name?
If I couldn't stay down here, would you be there to catch my tears?
If I couldn't stand on my own, would you be there to hold me up?
Would you be a hand I could hold?