I know i have to
close the door...

When the world falls down around you
and no one else is their...

Every thing i do
brings me back to you...

You see me standing tall
But really I'm just leaning...

I hate so much about you
so many things you do...

Some people say the good die young
I say the young were gypped...

Theres so much difference
when the person your hurting...

Her eyes close as she watches black tears drop..
It never hurt this bad...

Every night when i dream
your there...

Slit wrists
tired eyes...

Though days are passing slowly
the time is flying by...

So long ago i met you
Seems like the other day...