Desperation in this room
filled with sun...

As this last drop leaves my pen
I don't know when we'll meet again...

As some kind of tribute
to leaving the past behind me...

Never Leave Me Here
Just a precious wink of time...

When roses die,
when people cry...

I'm standing here in the kitchen
with the breadknife in my hand...

All those times we sat
right under that beauty...

When Christmas is over, and I wake up again
day after, in my warm comfty bed...

She looked up again,
not really knowing what to fear...

I don't think you realized how hard your words cut...
straight into my heart, the other day...

When I looked into your eyes
I just knew it...

Suicide is a bad thing
but not the way you did it...