So many questions,
And so much pain...

I stamd om a hill,
and look down...

These walls,
That once stood proud...

She lays there,
So still and calm...

I see her sitting there,
Acting cool and calm...

I have been to heaven,
and hell and back...

Naiye! i call out,
i need your help...

You
Who me...

Love is nothing but pain,
like when you fall and cut your knee...

If i stabbed the page,
would it bleed...

Page after page,
i cant get it all out...

You said i was your hero,
and i believed it...