She was a loser in the eyes of some,
A loner...

Alone.
I'm sick of this...

Skipping across these lifeless stones,
Stepping over a past...

More than just a scribble,
All your words were written in permanent ink...

Ministry of sound beats through my rigid body,
Swallowing any sanity with much disdain...

Little girl twirling around the stage,
Smiliong, happy as could be...

Why do I have to stop loving,
If the love I have for you still lives...

Stomach corrupting, feeling so sick,
But still the work must be done...

Eyes close on today,
Open up for a brighter tomorrow...

One love, still that amazing boy.
Two milestones in heart...

Crying a million tears,
Trying to understand...

We go slowly, slowly down,
Deeper dug into the grave...