Shredded boxes
Crippled noises
Tearing of tissues
Crumpling of paper


As I lose all sight of happiness...
If this is anger I feel
I hate it I truly do
I'd crumble it up beside you
With my number kinda looks like the moon

All the words that were written .. torn to shreds
Lost in the abyss
Finally it's done forever

With the recycling
She's all done

But they will become something new