I hear a sound upstairs
I wonder what it could be...

His touch as cold as the snow
His hand nothing but bone...

My minds eyes are diming slowly
I can no longer see the point...

Our world is suppose to be built
On simple exuality...

When I close my eyes and fall asleep
I go to my own little world were I weep...

Without that constant reminder
Of the ticking clock...

Its was you
And your smile...

A letter i found in my locker,
writen on it were three simple words...

You were my rock
To you I could always talk...

Times may be hard right now
But you will make it through this somehow...

I weep and cry
Sometimes i even want to die...