The day that death came for me,
was the day I said, "I do"...
Let me tell you a story
about a little girl...
Here i sit, within my school.
Please just tell me what i should do...
I lost my angel.
someone please help me fine her...
I went to the prom party,
i was dumb listening to wat he had to say...
I have no life
all i do is think about dieing...
In the end I worked day and night for you,
And now I see what you wanted to do...
"You are nothing anymore!" He would say.
"Baby I did not do this!" She would cry...
You paint a picture in my head,
a lonely image of wealthy man...
On the count for worrying for you
I've forgotten what i had to do...
Some say death is only a release from the pain of...
if so, I can't wait to be released from this...
Hit me again it'll feel the same
my body is numb im used to this game...