Thoughts of death,
sink into bone...

I've never had a friend like you
but I'm really glad we met...

In your caravan I use to watch you sleep,
well, pretend to anyway...

Waiting,
for that familiar inspiration to fill my mind...

How can so many people want me to live,
when indeed myself, I want to die...

When you look at me,
You do not see...

In every sparkle or shine,
I see your name...

Lying on my bed
sleepless nights i bare...

I say perfect when compared to something...
because even though it's pretty...

I am so far gone.
Nothing else means anything to me anymore...

Thinking of you gets me so sad,
both mind and heart grow weak...

There is no place like home,
Because there is no home...