Time is flying
feel like dying...

I'm walking to the kitchen
I'm getting out the knife...

A hit of weed to ease the pain...

I feel as though the walls are closing in on me
I need space...

Tears left on my pillow
laughs left at the park...

He was my only friend
the guy who made me who i am...

I want to be a writer
when I'm all grown up...

In the middle of my bedroom
you hear a awful scream...

I'm holding on to love
I'm holding on to us...

Dear mommy:
remember when i was three...

Mommy look at what you've done
look at the things you've done...

To many time I've tried to cover
to many tears I've cried for my mother...