A blossoming tree, placed above a concrete plate
Oh the glimpse of beauty keeps me holding on...

Oh Littleton cemetery
I watch you pass each day on the train...

Look me in the eyes
And tell me why you’re treating me like...

I see you through my car window
As you pull up alongside me...

Preach that suicide is permanent
Yah that’s the way I’d like it to be...

Let go of me
I’m going to my dark place...

I don’t have a home anymore
I move from house to house...

Things could be so much worse
Pain beyond this lingering curse...

Denying that it’s true
Telling myself that there’s no way...

You’re the reason I live
You’re the cause of my existence...

It frustrates me so fuc king much
Why can't you for once just follow through with...

A great writer once said that
A person's eyes are the window to their soul...