I cut myself with razor blades
to dull the pain inside...

You have wings made of gold
use them wisely...

I miss your voice
i miss your smile...

My World is spinning
not sure which way to turn...

For everything there must come a last.
A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or...

You pushed me to the limit
you told me time and time again...

You promised me you would be there till the end
you promised non of your promises were pretend...

The day i came across you
i didn't think this could be true...