Do you know how many times I've thought of the...
How many times I've thought about swallowing them...

I feel the wind across my cheeks
and the cold of the concrete on my feet...

He walks toward me
lips smiling...

Gentle she thought it was
with pain on the edges...

I'm afraid to tell you
I'm afraid to let you know...

Murder
suicide...

Its cold and dark
a figure walks up...

I lay broken on your floor
Given you my will...

Your so very close
i can barely breath...

Hair down
covering my eyes...

It was cold that night
i touched your hand, cold as ice...

Water above me
water below...