Tell me,
that we, are true...

Is this love?
Every minute of my life...

I can never go home,
I wouldn't know where to go...

Through the fog, through the mist,
I can see you...

I thought I saw you look at me,
I thought I saw you stare...

I am always thinking,
what our first kiss would be like...

You make me feel beautiful,
I want to keep you forever...

As I sit alone on the floor,
I watch my wrists as the blood pours...

Trying to think of reasons why,
why you want to say goodbye...

Walking all around,
on dirt known as dead ground...

Sitting in this room,
with nothing but stained walls...

Lying on my bed...
Wishing I was dead...