You were my best friend
for a couple of years now...

I'm standing here in the kitchen
with the breadknife in my hand...

Suicide is a bad thing
but not the way you did it...

As this last drop leaves my pen
I don't know when we'll meet again...

She looked up again,
not really knowing what to fear...

When I looked into your eyes
I just knew it...

When Christmas is over, and I wake up again
day after, in my warm comfty bed...

I wanted to shout
how much I hated you...

When roses die,
when people cry...

I don't think you realized how hard your words cut...
straight into my heart, the other day...

All those times we sat
right under that beauty...

I cannnot imagine
the way that things are now...