Alone, alone repeats in my head,
why cant i be dead...

She is dead
because of my pride...

Look in the mirror...
What do you see...

Loneliness is the weapon of suicide;
She brandishes it proudly, as a knight his sword...

Fear, Sadness, and pain
fill my soul as I cry...

How could i forget?
how could i forget the one who would gently hold...

When he kissed the world stopped spinning
And when he moved she heard a choir singing...

I lie on the pavement
Chest torn open...

She wanted something else, something different...

Play with razors
Play with knives...

As she sits in a dark room with streams of tears...

Don't try to save me,
It wont be to long...