February 6th

Today, the sixth year
No tears come for now
Shes dying, a drunk
No one is there to frown
No one is there to see her die
Non of her family, not even I
I dont think i'll even try
Tears are all dryed
I have nothing left but to die
Gloom and sorrow has greeted me
They are talking about setting me free
Today i'll stay
But my love will fade
Hate will take over and it'll be my time
But she had that amazing smile
Which i will forget after awhile
Her evilness will stick within
So here i am
February 6th, its suppose to be a happy day
To bad, they are already digging her grave