It’s not something you can buy,
It’s something you will find...

I know it may be tempting,
to run a knife across your wrist...

Dedicated to Chris (my hip hop teacher)
Thank you for letting me have a place to go...

Fantastic opportunity offered,
That I really wanted to take...

Thanks for being a great friend,
And being here for me...

For Ester
Dying, so slowly...

When I’m 18 and have left school,
Will you let me be...

I love your beautiful glistening eyes,
I love the clothes you wear...

She stretches every day, of every single week,
Sometimes for hours at a time...

The day I lose you is the day i'll die,
I'll slit my wrists and float to the sky...

Goodness, your so gorgeous,
I don’t even know you all that well...

I feel from the highest high,
To lowest low I’ve known...