Our last kiss carried the flavor of tobacco
It was a bitter and cruel smell...

I will follow you,
You are my angel...

Id give my life, to go away
Its killing me to see you cry each day...

As I fall.
It pierces the night...

I speak of blood, I speak of pain,
I speak of death, I speak of rain...

Its something that gives me butterflies.
Something that give me this \'weak at the knees...

Everyday I look forward to talking to you.
Every school day, I look forward to seeing you...