Those words,
So easily spoken back then...

Staring through the looking glass,
peering at the other side...

Needs and wants,
are not the same...

Is this right,
To run away...

The sweet scent, i breathe in, hovers above your...
I gaze up into your eyes, and peers into your...

Picking up the pencil, or snatching up the pen...
Showing others what it's like, to live this lie...

Living a life of lies,
Making people like me...

No i cry out, holding in pain,
Bowing my head, in sadness and shame...

Death grabs me, and holds me tight,
Holds me close...

Slipping further,
From your grip...

Slipping,
Falling...

-x-Hello-x-
I'm through with this world...