Don't rob her of her innocence
Don't rob her of her youth...

Tomorrow is the day of death
Tears and sorrow fill...

You asked me to write a poem
For you, as a birthday present...

I feel as if it's all my fault
Well, hell, I guess it is...

Today, I'm afraid to say
I am scared of your death...

I saw you, I saw you
Three cheers and a beer for that...

My love
He is not too well this day...

I'm so sick of crying
Just wish I was dying...

What's wrong this time?
Can you tell...

This world is just pathetically stupid
Full of hate, lies and deception...

Take that handgun in your palm
And aim in to the floor...