I'm sitting here,
Alone...

They say depression is a gift,
It lets you see the truth...

Why do I love you?
How can I explain...

I hear these voices,
In my head...

Six feet under is where I'll be,
Then maybe you might see...

Why do you die?
No-one can live forever...

It's Monday,
I'm sitting here...

These feelings aren't strange to me.
I've had them once before...

Suicide.
Ends that life...

When I met you,
I realised I'd never had a best friend before...

"Plenty more fish in the sea."
Thats what they told me...

I wanna be used,
Used by you...