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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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