Forgotten, she fell.
Fell into shadow.
Fell into darkness.
Her soul, she did sell.

He taught me how to like.
He taught me how to care.
He taught me how to love.
He taught me how to live.
But never did he teach me,
Just how to say goodbye.

You said you loved me, stupid me, I believed you.

Why do girls always run from the guys that make them happy and fight for the ones that make them cry?

Not mine but so true.

....but they'll miss me when I'm dead.

Who am I? I seem to have forgotten...

*from my poem Who am I?

And only time will tell... when she'll be free of her earthly hell

*not mine

So she hold's on, waiting for someone to save her, and then she slips, falling into the deep abyss...

I've waited too long to see you cry.
I've waited too long to watch you die.

Just take the risk. I'm worth it in the end.