He creates a life for himself
with every stroke of that knife...

Why does it have to be like this?
why all the criticizm...

I can't tell you how I feel
I am scared you don't feel this way...

If I Die Tomorrow...
take me far away...

One turns into twenty
twenty turns into more...

Life to me is dark
so colorless...

Why do i cry so much?
why do i miss that warm touch...

The hole i once had in my heart
has been filled with your love...

You'll never know how lonely I am
Because you never ask...

Six years, has gone so slow
from the time i heard till now...

If these walls could talk
they would tell a hell of a story...

There was so much left to do.
so much left to say...