Sitting here,
wondering where you are...

It is hard to think,
Because there is so much to think about...

I am sorry,
I wasn’t there...

I painted a picture of you,
The colour where so dark...

We were sitting here,
Talking about how we felt...

I like it when I talk to you,
You are so nice to me...

I wish you where dead,
Because you don’t deserve to live...

I am hear talking to no-one,
I am all alone...

When we are here all alone,
I wonder what you are thinking...

Do you want me alive?
Or do you hate me...

True love is when you heart races,
When you’re near that special someone...

Why do you cheat on mum?
Why did you want to leave...