Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out...

If you are not with me
I dont want to breath...

Although you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange...

I look up
as a tear rolls slowly...

Whenever I needed someone to talk to
You were always there...

Hidden in the attic,
All the way upstairs...

There is a storm in my heart
It tears my inside apart...

'Stars are made for wishing on'
My very best friend told me...

I found out who my real friends are
I will not mention their names...

My guardian angel, once careless and free,
flew into the clouds and lost touch with me...

Left alone in the past
Forgotten friendships...

Death is a miracle just as life
Why must we make it such a strife...