Roses are black. Violets are dead. You have no...

I never had someone there.
To hold my hand. And tell me they cared...

I am just so tired of crying.
I'm sick and tired of trying to get you to love me...

Up to my neck, I hold a knife.
This is how, I will take my life...

Why do I love him,
Why do I cry...

Time has never been my friend.
Time has never been able to mend...

Here I sit upon my bed.
Thoughts of death run through my head...

The shadows are my friends.
They took me over, and never gave me back again...

I pull the trigger,
hope to die...

Here upon this mountainous cliff.
I think of the life I've lived...