A boy sits in his room,
With a needle in his hands...
Moises Enrique Villalta
M aybe it was for the best...
All alone in the world
just lost another...
I remember the day,
like its was crystal clear...
My name is Anna Marie
I am thirteen years old...
I have been mourning for too long
These tears must wipe away...
Blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.
Solid memories are held within...
The girls went out on the town,
Just to get some lunch...
I can't accept it,
Believe that she's gone...
I have loved you sinse the day we met
April 2nd that day i will never forget...
His wife had been leaving the house for days
She stayed out for hours without telling him...
You left me,
your friends...