I close my eyes
i see your face...

You forgive me
for liking you too much...

I once trusted
but now i don't...

I heard your voice through a photograph
it brought up memories of the past...

I see the shiny blade
i put it to my wrist...

She looks in the mirror
at her pale white face...

A little girl
so young and small...

You're not coming home
i can't believe...

Love is gentle
love is kind...

The cuts on my body
the blood all around...

She tighlty grips the knife in her hand
as she watches her blood drip onto the sand...

He is my angel
and always will be...