You left me here with out so much as goodbye,
but you took my heart and I don't know why...

Why should i live,
why should i die...

I don't know your name,
I don't know if your the same...

Why should i live,
why am i here...

Your gone now and i cant get you back,
Is there something you wanted that i just didn't...

Dark Cold Filled with hate,
Choosing who lives or dies...

Thinking of you made my heart swell with joy,
hoping we would last not knowing I'm a toy...

Just because your her boyfriend doesn't mean you...
Just because shes not here doesn't mean i have to...

Black is the color i see in my hair,
it's the color i see in the shirts you wear...

As we think of life we think of death,
as we think of drugs we think of meth...

The want to die,
the need to die...

Mad Hate,
what do they both mean...