There's nothing much left here
No one knows what I'm going through...
I will find you.
How ever long it takes...
In the night, while I'm asleep your in my...
When its cold and the rain starts to pour its you...
The sights that they see the people they could be.
There lifes are waisted and ended way too young...
Just Flowers and Stone..
She sits alone...
"death be not proud"
death bring me tears...
I smile for you people and you think I'm happy
but inside I'm filled with pain...
She puts on her hood and takes a step outside
It's a different world out there...
|Contemplating literacy of theory,
|A russian roulette is in play...
EVERYTHING WAS JUST TOO HARD FOR HER
SHE WANTED TO RUNAWAY AND DIE...
I am desperately
crying out for help...
Monday,
is the day i miss you...