She lost the will to live
she lost the will to survive...
She saw him get shot
He died a few mintues later...
Last year is gone
A slice of my past...
I don't know what to do anymore
lost and wondering thats for sure...
Oh , night you beautiful ,
when darkness is growing...
Construction is my passion
No way of denying...
Friends ask "what wrong?"
My mind says "everything"...
Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...
Could this possibly be true?..
Could I be dead...
I feel like I'm trapped
Within this box that I have made for myself...
Sudden Is How The Feeling Of Regret Arises Cause...
So I Shroud Myself In Silence To Hide From Them...
She Just Wants To See Me Cry
My Mother I Just Wont Let Her...