Tear stained angel,
With broken black wings...

I don't remember why I feel,
These harsh emotions that seem to real...

To anyone listening,
There's a story I wish to tell...

I lay upon my bed,
As I quickly write this note...

I've taken life for granted,
And now I'm all alone...

She wakes up every morning,
They hear her mumble and swear...

Why must I live like this?
When I'm just living to die...

As I write down how I feel,
You probably that this isn't real...

Today I finally let go,
All the pain and feeling low...

Ugly girl what is wrong?
Don't you wish to live that long...

I am a punk,
I have seven earrings in one ear...

What would you if I told you?
That this was the last kiss we would share...