Seven roses beside her,
As she lay dead...

What are you doing,
Look at what you've become...

All that I lost,
Was a friend who was dear...

I came back from the clinic,
Hung my coat on the hook...

Don't pick up the pieces,
Of my life from the floor...

I don't believe the way you are,
And how you've treated me...

There's this feeling in my fingers,
In my arms, my legs and toes...

Every time we argue,
I feel so bad inside...

Do you not notice how I look at you,
How I stare into your eyes when you speak...

I hate the way you hold me close,
And give me your coat in the rain...

You can all try and help me, all that you like,
But you be prepared, I will put up a fight...

Every single night this week,
I've sat alone, been crying...