When it goes to your head
you just may wind up dead...
About a week later,
Her mom went into her room...
Mommy please
Let me rest...
I didn't really know you
but know your gone...
This is the end
the end of her life...
Rain comes hard down on rooftops
She looked out her window...
If there come a time
When you say she is yours...
The crimson blood seeps through my clothes,
Like nothing Ive felt before...
As the days go slower and slower by, I think of...
Deeper and deeper this knife shall go, setting me...
Beautiful ghost shinning in the dark
Her silver hair flowing...
Screams of pain.
screams of fear...
Why\'d you have to go?
I miss you so...