Tears roll down her eyes as silence fills the air...
As her little corner is devoured in the darkness...

Friends, is it strong enough?
We met through writing as I have with many...

What is the emotion called love?
Why is it search for so hard...

Here I go once again in a story of life
That never ends...

Strolling in the woods is the only break
No one to bother you...

I'm suppost to be looked up to
I'm suppost to be a guide...

I'm sick of everything
I'm sick of life...

What the F*c* is going on?
What am I doing here...

Standing here thinking of the world today
realizing all the hate and despairer...

What happened to being friends
we don't talk...

So the same story over and over
I give you a chance you break my heart...

Yeah, I'm hurting but I don't care
I would do it all again...