This day in the rain,
i sit and think about you over and over again,
Waiting for the call,
You promised it,when we were just small.
Sitting and thinking about you at school,
for you, ill never be cruel,
then you say I'm not good enough,
and you start to act tough.
The next day i see,
the words that were meant for me,
I see a colored tomb,
inside my "so" called room.
I look to see I'm flying,
remembering of all that crying,
and last night,
when i killed myself with that bloody knife.
The pain i felt,
came back which made me melt,
"i cant take this anymore"
so i cut myself and slammed into the "bloody" door.
Here i watch as people pray for my soul,
and there you stand,
and now my heart has been stole.
You cried for me,
i cried as well to make us both free,
But in this air,
i am much more than i was down in "there".
