Autumn trees glow like roaring fires,
Golden ith passion...

I know I'm not perfect,
I'm sure you will agree...

I don't do it for sympathy,
I don't do it for attention...

I don't want to live,
But I don't want to die...

As I sat there razor blade in hand,
Sipping on the Vodka you forced me to drink...

I've missed out on so much in my life.
A loving sister taken from me before Ihad chance...

Through the tears I see your face,
If only you knew how much it hurt...