You act as if
you don't want me around...

I'm scared, I'm lost
my friends on drugs...

It's Almost that time again
for April to be here...

We never got to hear you laugh
we never got to hear you cry...

Our friendship is ending
and I don't know why...

When my troubles seem so close
all i want to do is cry...

You have a bad life
and so do I...

Get me the knife
and please don't cry...

I'm in my house
sitting on my bed...

I feel as though
it will never end...

Why are you jealous?
why are you mad...

I wonder if each time
a baby dies...