Sitting in front of the mirror
Covering up my face...

I don't love you
For what you have...

My love for you is powerful,
A shocking red...

Yeah, you heard me,
I QUIT...

I often wonder where
Some people find love...

I saw you standing there
With her at your side...

I'm not a f@cken murderer!
It was not my choice...

I've forgotten what it felt like
To WANT to love someone...

I watch him sitting at his desk,
His head buried in work...

I just wish you'd let me be.
Why do you keep preventing me from being free...

I'm dying a bit,
More each day...

Dear Diary
I want to tell my story...