I used to question bulimics
'How does one force themselves to vomit...

I'm hunting down a killer
Who's weapon of choice is a gun...

I awake each morning to start a new day
But the pain of losing you never quite goes away...

My heart has never felt so much pain
And the sky, like my eyes, have been pouring rain...

My dad hasn't been there for me
For days, and months and years...

You have been my best friend for the last couple...
We stood together through the laughter and through...

Does anyone know the real me?
Do they know im not as happy as i seem...

Im so tired.
Tired of putting on the "happy face&quot...

Thats it.
I am so done...

My girl.
She's back...

Has anyone ever wondered?
Wondered what it's like to die...

Throughout my life,
I've built up a shield...