There once was a young girl,
Who grew up in a terrible world...

A knife to solve his problems
A knife to cause his ending...

Inside a pitch black coffin,
Being lowered down...

There’s a young boy sitting in Maths class...
He doesn’t care for numbers nor charts...

A girl sits alone crying
With her soul slowly dying...

Picture nothing, Picture absolutely nothing in...
You can't.... Can you...

I love the way you do your hair
And how it makes my insides tear...

The pain of the day has worn me down
The shock of things people have unveiled have left...

I'm so confused
Do you love me...

No longer do I collapse and cry,
No longer do I yearn to whither and die...

Oh Daddy
Why did you do this...

Death has long been pulling at my sleeve
Leading me in the right direction...