I can paint a picture.
Of happyiness and i...

The sights that they see the people they could be.
There lifes are waisted and ended way too young...

No matter what mum says.
I still hurt inside...

Please tell me.
Did i do some thing wrong...

Do not cry for me..
For i am every where...

The cold wind blows,
the rain drops on her face...

The flowers have died but they can be replaced..
For the loss of you, remains an empty space...

I don't have much time.
I just came to say...

Im dead.
But i have no grave...

A peaceful place.
A resting spot...

Dark corners.
In my mind...

Singing that song.
We knew every word...