We would walk down the street
and everything felt...

Another day
another tear...

I stay up lat
i cry...

Goodbye my boy
go live your dream...

Whats the point of living
its all a prelude to death...

Have you ever felt
like you have had enough...

Baby to lose you
would mean i would...

The first cut
is like the first time...

What do you do
when you finally break down...

I dont have a close relatinship
with my famiy at all...

Image the poasibilites
of you and me...

Why do they cae so much
cant people ve friends...