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by Thea Mar 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I did it again I made the mistake So everyone talks And calls me a fake Just coz I was scared To die all alone In my dads office Talking on the phone I meant what I said I don't want to stay I just wanted you On my dying day To hold me so tight And protect me from hell Kiss me goodbye Not a soul you would tell Then you could stand by my grave And smile and laugh As I dance on the flowers Of my chosen path But again you told And I don't blame you But understand; to die Is a thing I must do