Why do I love him,
Why do I cry...

Up to my neck, I hold a knife.
This is how, I will take my life...

Why do I love him so damn much.
Why do I only...

I am just so tired of crying.
I'm sick and tired of trying to get you to love me...

I never had someone there.
To hold my hand. And tell me they cared...

Roses are black. Violets are dead. You have no...