A little paper
all wrapped up tight
will be in my hand
when they find me tonight
bloody stains
will flaw its white
by the tears drop stains
they'll figure i was never all right
I'll write I'm sorry
I was so through
will all this pain
There wasn't much one could do
I was born dying
soon to be dead
I couldn't wait
so I killed myself instead
The blade will be
in my cold hand
all my dreams
had gone as planned
I disspeared
no more crying tears
people's lives will be better
without me
the worthless clutter.....
