Have you ever asked
Why you can't just be a good person...

I sit here, thinking about my life,
I don't feel right, and I do like my knife...

I lost the one I love,
And I hurt myself over it...

I sit here on my bed with a knife,
Waiting for the moment, to end my life...

I'll never let go,
In my arms I hold you tight...

I wish I could make it all better,
Change your thoughts inside my letter...

A smile on your face,
A heart of love...

We share the same dream,
The dream of being together...

I hear a voice..
In my head...

You're hurt because you lost a friend,
You were there for him, till the very end...

I am only young, yes it's true,
But you'll never know, what I've been through...

I have lost you forever, you're never coming back,
The world may spin, but your presence it lacks...