It's all the little things that mean something
Pairing the socks, washing the clothes...

I am not asleep
And yet I don't feel awake...

I Love.. Your sweet kiss
I Love.. Your gentle touch...

I think about death,
Much more than any one person should...

And just like the peeling of my skin
You slowly left...

I moved into the never-ending worl
I tried to pick the pieces up and start anew...

She lay in her cold bed again
With nothing but her soft teddy bear...

And they say that love kills
Its not the love, itâ??s the gun...

Don't try to leave
Just as I lay here dead...

Stress is building up xxx You gave me that rose
On my shoulders xxx Placed it on the floor...

I want to wake up a different person
Leave all this anger and hurt...

Another written suicide
Just a wasted little note...