I need you to listen
I need to you care...

How come every f**king time I start to be able to...
How come everytime I'm ready to talk to someone...

Where is she?
What's become of her...

The years on end beings have died
On every graze has one laid a bleak bouquet...

I'm sorry your words ain't getting through.
I'm sorry we're growing apart...

When was your last real smile?
I get asked that everyday...

I always get told to open up.
I always get told to let my feelings out...

What's going to become of me?
I don't want to go just yet; I don't want too...

I'm almost half-alive.
Do you care...

I don't want to lose the memories,
But I've caused so much pain...