If every tear I cried equaled a birth, then the world would be over populated

Ive see your birth, can I see you death?

If tears could talk, what would yours say?

If death followed you, would you look back?

Following death give me something to live for.

Did you know that you cant say I love you too many times? And that you can say I love you too little?

Some of us are just living to die, yet some people are lying behind closed doors dying to live.

He left me alone, with the burden of our past, deep down inside, life hides within.