I love you so much,
I count the days until I see you again...

I need you,
Like I need air...

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

I wish I had the power,
To be happy for you...

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

Suicide.
Ends that life...

The make-ups,
And the break-ups...

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

I wanna be used,
Used by you...

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

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

With all this time,
They call life...