Sitting here at home
Writing my suicide poem...

A girl I no said she wanted to die
But I did not believe her I said it was a lie...

The rain is falling hard.
I wonder if I'm ever going to get free from this...

Sit for a minute and hold my hand.
Let's dig our feet into the sand...

The secrets that she hides behind her hazel eyes,
The pain that she is holding on the inside...

What would you do,
If I confessed my feelings for you...

Tell me, why im still holding on?
When youve already let me go...

All alone in your own home,
where you should be at peace...

I might not be the perfect girl that you have...
i can love you deeply with the whole of my heart i...