I wish I may,
I wish I might...

When you get stabbed
It hurts...

I guess I lost.
This was all just a game to you...

Your games are like a Merry-Go-Round
Always circling throughout my mind...

The shedding of tears
Is not the sign of weakness...

Pen and paper do not compare
To what I am left to bare...

Walking past
I smell the lavendar you wear...

Rythmic
Beating to the sound of your voice...

Waiting in this silence
Waiting for the truth to be revealed...

Passing by
The memory of your death...

The sound of silence
Is deafening...

Who am I?
Where do I stand...