She looks out the window
On her face a blank stare...

My little friend
is small and grey...

Dearest diary,
Well you see...

She keeps her journal
Locked up tight...

Watching you
From above...

I know it's long but please read it and give me...
You choose to smoke...

The perfect blade
Meets her perfect skin...

Life is like the sand
In an hour glass...

I got in the car
To hang out ike friends...

Long blond hair
And eyes of blue...

My eyes are windows
You can use to see inside...

Why did he choose her?
Why not me...