I miss you.
Even though we just said good-bye...

Blood splashing the walls
Laying a sheet of red...

Death I wish you could come knocking.
Knocking on my door...

Teens taunting teens.
Preps against Goths...

-To Jason
Going through the things lost...

When you first said those words
I thought you were just being a fool...

Though we still love each other,
I still get sad at the thought...

While I sit in class,
Sitting around my friends...

I yelled.
I cussed...

Loosing touch,
loosing hope...

We were happy.
I thought what I felt was love...

I told you that I didn't want to be in any kind of...
And I'm sorry...