The tears slide down her cheeks,
As she places the rose on the grave...

Mr. Martin is half japaneese
He has a small weneese...

How did I end up like this
I used to have a happy life...

Standing in the rain
Crying like my hearts breaking...

Here I lay
Knife in hand...

The street I live on
It's called Cherry Tree Lane...

It's one o clock in the morning
And I refuse to fall asleep...

Here I stand
Once again I'm at your door...

I wanted to write a poem
A poem filled with happy things...

You once were my friend
Bright and true...

What happened to the good times
When you loved me and I loved you...

He was a man
Yet not a man...