My shadow is a friend
who wears black tops...

Once again im here on earth
wishing i was dead...

Darkened rooms, silent and asleep,
On the walls, shaddows do creep...

I hear my phone
It rings so violently...

The end is here
or the end is near...

I see many faces,
Some smiling...

All i wanna do is be with you
all i wanna see is you pull through...

I used to think that summers stretched slow and...
But now I know better...

I feel dead
on the inside...

Cry cry cry
It's all I seem to do...

I like cups of tea
So get used to me with it...

Me, you, us?
what must we do...