I love you, sweetheart,
Like I thought I never would...

I'm the strongest in the world,
because your hands always hold...

We grieve her pain,
we miss her so...

I think of you
as I watch the blood...

Will I die?
Will the blood dry...

Stop the pain
stop the pain of living, the pain of dying...

Let me cut my own hair.
If it looks horrible let me learn...

I always break down crying
I hardly have happiness...

The moon is high,
and I'm about to die...

Hands grab & scratch,
tear and singe...

There's nothing better than you
You gave me more love...

I can't wait to see you
i want to see that bright smile...