Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls...

Roses are red
violets are blue...

I wish i was not here
i wish i was dead...

At night when she goes home
she writes in her book...

As I stand in my bedroom
Applying all the make up in my draws...

Pews full of people
Loving family and friends...

Ive been replaced
by something better...

As I sit alone i think to myself
How am I going to get through...

Theres no one left to listen,
So I'm writing with my pen...

Everything has changed now
Nothing is the same...

Today a boy walked in front of a car
And another cut his wrists...

Im sorry I had to write this
I couldnt say it to your face...