Thinking of you made my heart swell with joy,
hoping we would last not knowing I'm a toy...

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

Mad Hate,
what do they both mean...

As we think of life we think of death,
as we think of drugs we think of meth...

Your gone now and i cant get you back,
Is there something you wanted that i just didn't...

Why should i live,
why should i die...

You left me here with out so much as goodbye,
but you took my heart and I don't know why...