A teenage girl started to tell
Her life story of a living hell...

What part of ALWAYS
Don't you understand...

Dear Stella,
How are you doing my dear...

December nights
In the blistery cold...

Hey i want to ask you some something
What kind of happiness does my pain bring...

Sometimes I sit & think about
The past that I once had...

I'm tired of hearing,
That you'll die for me...

How should i live? I don't know how to answer
It's kind of unpredictable...kind of like cancer...

I hate waking up alone,
Alls i do is stare the the phone...

Another weekend,
Another endless night...

So can I go a little bit back in time,
To a point where I can leave you behind...

*Written a while ago*
A fairy-tale's last page...