I want death to come the poetic way.
And sweep me off my feet...

If I could be
Who you’d wanted me to be...

She is a silent witness
The lone star of her dreams...

Music screaming in my head
Is yelling to my soul...

She raised her arm and looked confused
Something was surely not right...

They took away our right to question,
Removed our right to speak...

I can spend hours listening to my conscience and...
I can decide if I want to die but can’t...

Tonight I feel like vomiting
But not from too much drink...

I’m gritting my teeth and I’m...
And the cravings are ripping out my insides...

So many nights are wasted
As I drink myself to sleep...

They call me the shadow,
Because I hide behind...

It’s hard to say, that should have been me.
While still very much alive...