Her porcelain coloured skin,
cold and depressed...

As i say goodbye,
i sit and cry...

I picture us,
everyday...

Just thought this once was different
just thought life was gonna get better...

Words unspoken
can be bad...

Shes far
im far...

The Beauty of your face is all i can think about,
anytime...

3 beautiful months,
passed us by today...

My love for you is endless
like a neverending love story...

My life storys a waste,
its pathetic and worthless...

Im the proof,
that love can die...

Ugh fxxx this..
can i give up...