You turned eighteen
Birthday cake...
This is to you mommy...
Can i offer a question
to the angel of death...
Suicide is how he died
he screamed it out...
Mom
They told me that parents are suppose to go first...
Afraid to peek
scared I'd be taken in my sleep...
Where are you?
Dead...
I've lost you, I've lost you!
the one thing I've had for years...
Well they say a man's got
two eyes for looking...
Oh, it was like the ending sound
Of a chrystal champaign flutes scream...
When you died
I cryed very hard...
I AM WHAT I AM
I'll never look back...