From Her Journals Songtext

I swear her eyes look golden in this light.
In her darkened room she sighs.
She spills her guts, red and black ink on the pages spells out her plea..
Taken from her journals..
"One night means nothing, He loved me for one night, I felt loved for one moment, I considered suicide, Lord won't you help me, please make me stop"
He won't reply.