Its a bit to late for your sorry's.

Every tear i cry tells a story of my life...

I'm going to run and i want to find out the truth and soon will open up my mind.

Every night i sit up late thinking how did it all go wrong?

Your not even here and your keeping me away from happiness.

We cannot choose our lives once born, if only we could...

Reaching for that some one's hand to pull me up from this grave

Using the pieces of my broken heart to slit my wrists and watch my pain drip to the floor...

Wishing the backspace key worked to remove my life.

Searching for the one to help me overcome the one who caused me so much pain.