Whats the point of living
its all a prelude to death...

I sit here
in this empty house...

Everybody tells me you didnt
loose him...

Love
if you love somebody...

He reminds me of seth
i dont know why...

Suicide could be so easy
it is at the end of your finger tips...

I watch the snow
fall from the sky...

Its snowing here
in swanton...

Some say he killed himself
some say he was killed...

I try not to live in the past
i see you there...

Its all so close near by
its all just right around the corner...

I go to my bed
and...