My soul mate
is nothing less than great...

I just don't quite understand
what everyone sees inside of me...

Do you know her?
That strange little girl...

Hold me as I try
to sleep without you at night...

When I look into your eyes,
I just can't help but smile...

Just my damned luck
I meet this great guy...

My will to keep on living is dried up and...
for without you in my life, my story can't be...

I close my eyes, so tired of
crying. Trying...

My anger seethes and boils
and pulsates through every vein...

Just stab me where I stand
or place the knife in my hand...

The breath expelling from your soft, blue lips
and the tears that slide down your pale cheek...

Behind a solid cloak of black garb, the poor girl...
Instead of talking and writing, it is in ebony...