WHO WAS THE FOOL,
WHO THE WISE MAN,
BEGGAR OR KING?,
WHETHER POOR OR RICH,
ALLS THE SAME IN DEATH.

DOES IT RUN IN YOUR BLOOD,
TO BETRAY THE ONES YOU LOVE.

ONCE I HAD THIS WORLD,
BUT NOW I DONT HAVE NO ONE.

I don't like to talk...
so if you want me..
to talk to you about pain...
look down...
at the wrists that never...
stop to bleed...

Roses are red,
blood is too,
I'm going to die,
and I hate you,

I'm not lying on the floor to be lazy...
covered in blood and tears...
i am casue my life disapeared...
in your flood of fears.

Slit my wrists to watch them bleed, these words r my deaths creed...

Her Body Is Six Feet Under, But Her Soul Is Up Above

We all have gardian angels but sometimes they look away and the devil takes your soul!

I WaNnA Be FrEe FrOm ThIs LiFe Of PaIN