My depression,
the monster in my mind...

Perfect at the start,
lost in a game...

If I cried myself to sleep,
Would you be there to stop me weep...

I'm slipping,
Slipping away from everything that seemed so real...

Your voice is like the scratching of nails on a...
like the screeching of a dying crow...

My heart tangled on a string,
The string grows tighter with every lie you tell...

Her heart shrivled up.
She had cried her eyes out for him...

A single tear fell from her eye,
She feels alone...

I love him.
I love him not...

I brought the blade to my wrist again,
The sound of the music died...