I sat down in the dark on my bed,
Looking threw my year book at the boy whos dead...

Scared to ask you out,
my mind is filled with doubt...

Mad Hate,
what do they both mean...

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

It shoots threw your body like a huge rush,
its the feeling you get when you look into his...

The blue lines the white spaces,
The emptiness I feel inside...

The colors so bright,
i couldn't believe my eyes when i saw the light...

The words float in my head,
the thoughts of you are dead...

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

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

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

I sit in the dark waiting for you,
knowing that you wont show...