There once was a little girl,
Who lived in a little house...

Death is a powerful thing
it could kill you in one instance...

You used to be so happy
You used to always Laugh...

I say your name in silence
I think of all the things you've done...

I long to feel your touch
feel our bodies entwine as such...

No strength to get up
never wanting to sleep...

I'm laying on my bed,
listening to the words...

Imagine this, the person you love,
is not the same as the one you date...

Always feeling tired
never entirely awake...

I lay on my bed
Staring at the roof...

I wanna run away
Get away from this awful place...

Suicidal thoughts
Going through my head...