When you cried each night silently in your room,
what were you thinking, why were you dying so soon.
I hardly got the chance to say hello nor goodbye,
I knew one thing though, you were afraid to live, you were afraid to die.
you cut your wrists once, you slit your wrists twice,
and every day I noticed your heart chipping like the ice.
When you wrote me that letter, saying your fine,
did you lie to me or were you saying goodbye.
When I cried over you, did you notice at all.
for when I think of you, you're not the only one to fall.
