What was it, Paul,
That made you die...

There's something missing,
In my life, so young...

Can you see me,
From where you are...

It's tearing me apart,
The fact that you're gone...

Wallowing in my depression,
Dying to break free...

Life is what you make it?
I did not choose to cry...

Beth I want to thank you,
For always being there...

I cannot explain my feelings
They're way to complex for you...

I don't know what I'm writing,
It probably won't make much sense...

Princess of depression
Why do you look so down...

This time last year
I was cutting away...

Sometimes I feel
Without a doubt alone...