• Over powerd by my lonelyness i love her
    but i cant seem to tell her i run to my quiet meadow
    and cry under the only tree i go in my pocket to pull out my only friend
    it is my razor blade i slit my wrist it relieves my pain
    i should die for a beauty as hers so i take my blade
    and i cut deeper she finds me dead under the tree that same day
    she starts to cry she findsmy razor in my hand
    and grabs it she peirces her soft glowing skin
    till blood as pure as a rose poors out she holds my hands
    and lays her head on my chest she closes her eyes
    to never open them again