I start to feel happy,
then saddness comes back...

I'm going to bed, depressed once again.
Don't ask me why because I don't know...

I live with this pain,
every single day of my life...

The sounds of people breathing.
The sounds of people screaming...

We just got done hanging out,
and we barely talked...

Do you remember the day we met?
It was March 17, 2006...