My love for you is true
i would do anything for you...

Broken fists
sliced wrists...

My love for you is
like my need for air...

Why does it seem like no one cares?
Why does it seem like i am made out of air...

Why do people have to lie?
and why also do they have to hide...

I don't know this feeling.
that is swelling up inside of me...

Here i stand
all alone in the dark...

Why do people look at me,
like i am not worth living...