There's one sparkle left,
on my cheek...

There's this boy
Whose name I won't say...

As I sit here
And stare off into space...

Would you miss me if I was gone today?
Would you cry if I was gone tomorrow...

I put pencil to paper but my hand doesn't move
My mind is racing...

The rain pours down
As it washes everything away...

Words fly like daggers
As you're locked inside your mind...

Death's a part of life
yet everyone grieves...

All these thoughts
Flowing through my head...

I want to match that excellence.
Write clear from my soul...