We're not rebellious
We don't belong to them...

Time passes
life fade...

Every time i want to hide
My soul starts to cry...

The knife falls soundlessly
To the hard wood ground...

I need someone to help me though
its sad but true...

Suicide has met my soul left me tattered left me...

I spilt this blood for you all over this hard wood...
but it doesnt matter cause here come some more for...

Now that you gone i cry everyday my heart is...
Eric i hope that u hear this and no how much we...

I wish that you could hear
me drowning in my tears...