Everyone thought she was nuts,
Just another goth freak...
Oh, Grim Reaper have I not suffered enough?
Come take this pathetic...
It's the soundless moment,
When the rain covers all the roads...
My tears so silent
And always hidden...
What time is there to dwell on this life?
For all that we gain is sorrow and strife...
You can dress her up,
Or dress her down...
I sit here on my bed with a knife,
Waiting for the moment, to end my life...
Every day i think about you,
Every day i want you here more and more...
I'm not suicidal
i don't want to die...
God saw you get sicker
day after day...
Floating slowly through the darkening sky,
I watch my short lived live flash me by...
I'm very sorry to do this to you.I need to do...