As I rest my eyes on the people walking by
I cannot forget the thought of you and I
I miss your sweet look and tender touch
without it I can not live - it's to much
dealing with lonleyness is to much to bare
my heart aches and you're not near to care
Feeling of not being needed by anyone
is more scary than being hated by everyone
So now I'm going to end this suffering
I'm going to do some sheet coloring
Will make it red and soaked with my blood
and I'll end lonley again but this time .... covered with mud
