The words float in my head,
the thoughts of you are dead...

Mad Hate,
what do they both mean...

The blue lines the white spaces,
The emptiness I feel inside...

Scared to ask you out,
my mind is filled with doubt...

I sat down in the dark on my bed,
Looking threw my year book at the boy whos dead...

The colors so bright,
i couldn't believe my eyes when i saw the light...

It shoots threw your body like a huge rush,
its the feeling you get when you look into his...