All of these insults you have placed upon me, soon the revolts will break free.

Your death will be in vain, you have caused all of this pain.

What the fucl< do you think you are trying to pull, pretending to be my freind but being a backstabber in the end.

I can't stand this confusion, all the thoughts running through my head.
These thoughts have tricked me, through my mind they have spread.

How do I tell her, about my dying heart. I need to tell her, before I fall apart.

I love her with all of my heart, it is because she is gone that I must also depart.