A bride dressed in black

Who thinks she can change him

And the bruises

That stains her hidden skin

Little does she know

This groom she loves

Will put her back in her

Black wedding dress

This time at a funeral

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I'm only behind the camera

Watching their lives fall apart

Should I let them in on the secret?

Or let them wander on their own

Making the turning point decisions

That will decide "fate"

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An artist sits at her desk

Drawing people almost dead

Screaming in terror and pain

Waiting for their lives to end

She starts to think they are right

Life is only pain

The knife looks good

Little does she know

Life has so much more

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I'm only behind the camera

Watching their lives fall apart

Should I let them in on the secret?

Or let them wander on their own

Making the turning point decisions

That will decide "fate"

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A boy, only fifteen

Sees seductive images

On his computer screen

Making him crave for more

Little does he know

It's really an addiction

That one day will lead him

To rape and murder

And a beautiful life wasted

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I'm only behind the camera

Watching their lives fall apart

Should I let them in on the secret?

Or let them wander on their own

Making the turning point decisions

They will decide "fate"

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I stand in the pouring rain

Wishing I knew what to do

Afraid to step into the picture

Afraid to stay out

And if I do

Will the page turn?

Or is fate real

Only so long

Until it happens

To us all

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I'm only behind the camera

Watching their lives fall apart

Should I let them in on the secret?

Or let them wander on their own

Making the turning point decisions

They will decide "fate"