The bus came every morning
I wish life would leave me alone...

Life is death
And death is life...

You don’t know it
But you’re killing me...

What if someone told you
That your life was a lie...

The fresh leaves are decaying
Cold fall nights...

The hill can see it all
The hate within the happiness...

The stars are beautiful
They are so up high...

The sky is so clear tonight
The stars almost seem to smile...