The work piled upon me
How hard can it be...

In the beginning there was nothing.
Sitting still in a room made of paper...

Held her hand
Kissed her lips...

I spend much of my time observing everything you...
but I hate you...

I'd play with your hair and you'd close your eyes.
You were so cute...

Shot in the chest
But not yet dead...

A beauty you were
Palest skin...

14 years ago.
Six years later...

You did nothing,
But still I cultivate my irritation...

She was amusing.
She was supportive...

I don't know how.
I can't stay strong...

I'm sorry for your loss,
For it's I who has the gain...