Death looms in the air,
It won't be too long they say...
I wake up every morning to waste away a little...
Become that much closer to the sweet thing we call...
She sits in her room, staring at her knife,
Trying to figure out if it's the right thing to...
You promise me you'll be okay
only to find you the next day...
Feel the sudden lack of being
Feel the emptiness of nothingness...
What can you do when you feel like you're hours...
How would you react and refuse to say goodbye...
Lose yourself, hide up on the shelf.
All in hopes that he'll find you up there...
Sitting in her spacious room
She holds her teddy close...
Last year was perfect
I cannot realize why...
Once I dreamed
That I couldn't breathe...
A quiet night
She sits alone...
Left body alone
One night my soul did not come...