We were supposed to be best friends
At least that’s what I thought...

A friend thats what i called you
My best friend thats what we were...

You looked into the sky
what a beautiful sight...

All that people say
Full of lies and hurtful words...

The eyes of a child are so amazing
All they see and repeat...

The razors cause too much pain, but life was much...
The strength to push down harder just really...

You fly so low to the ground
Lost in a world with no one around...

Knives going into me
Deeper and deeper...

You wake up in the morning
And look in the mirror...

My tears fall,
Onto your shoulder...

Dear Santa,
Im writing you this letter just incase you didnt...

If I could paint my own picture
It wouldn't be the same you see...