She's a young girl; only sixteen,
but she's a drama queen about everything...
By herself she sits,
Her tears go unknown...
I didn't know her, now she's dead,
She put a bullet through her head...
A year ago she lost him
sadness in her eyes...
In these dark times of my life
I wonder why I'm still alive...
I have this feeling,
I can't really explain...
I place a newspaper next to your pillow,
with headlines near your ear...
Im already dead,
Does it matter anymore...
Feeling the raindrops touch down on my skin,
While walking at one of London's empty streets...
She hides within herself
Running and never stopping...
Im lying in my grave.
And you dont even care that Im dead. Thanks to you...
The first time i fell in love
was the firs time i felt pain...