He spoke and the world fell silent
It took a while for me to hear...

Singing his suicide note as a lullaby
They say sleep is the cousin of death...

For once they sit and tie their shoes in silence
And walk out of the pavilion hand in hand...

I walk around the ring once more
I stumble, i fall down...

Most days he seems to love his life
He strolls through the corridors as if he owns...

When is was new it was beautiful
Yet now it is old and boring it is nearly worn out...

I knew it was wrong to love him
So i tried to ignore how i felt...

He walked by to the very spot
Where she'd been laid to rest...

Honestly, I m really sorry
For all this agony...

Ive spent all of my life looking
For help through this window (of) pane...

*this poem is credited to a friend of mine, she...
To be completely honest... I dont know what love...

Now i dont know what to do
How to handle being in love with you...