Attention seekers
And miss demeanors...

I want a friend not a lover
I want to die not to live...

Leave me alone to breathe in my pain
Silent whispers...

Grab my hand and cut it deep.
Lets see the blood seep...

Blood spills onto the vacant floor
Searing pain from a twisted blade seeps through...

The seeds of live are no longer thrinving
In fact they are bleeding...

Can I compare you
To a wilted rose...

Don’t cry my loved ones
Don’t shed a single tear...

This could be my heart on the line
This could be my very soul stopped in time...

Believe it or not I used to love
Grieve it or not it doesn’t bother me...

If the sun didn’t shine anymore
If the songs in my heart didn’t chime...

Take the time to listen
Take the time to care...