I can feel the want
the want for something sharp...

We have been hurt and scared
We have loved and lost...

Alone and scared is how she feels
hurt and hateful is what she feels...

I sit alone
with two pictures...

I sit and think about what you have done
Its as thought you have won...

This is my last goodbye
and I'm writing this to explain why...

The pain i feel will never leave me
the guilt will always haunt me...

I sit alone in the center of the floor
i want to be dead...

My dark angel
why did you leave me...

Things don'tseem to be going my way
thinking about it when do they ever go my way...

I cant believe this is happening again
i am relying on things that aren't going to help...

Time is no great healer
No matter what anyone says...