• the rain falls on my head and wets my hair.
    inside i feel sad and empty.
    i feel like dieing instead of living.
    i feel like trowing my life away.
    i rather be wasted then saved.
    i wish a dagger would fly into my chest.
    sometime the hero can be the bad guy.
    when a rose looks pretty.
    you knowits gonna shrivelup and die soon.
    when you look at the blade that might kill you....
    think of how you want to die first.....
    life isuts a leaf from a tree whethe leaf falls....
    it rains....
    i rather be the one with a gun to my head......
    i rather be the one to bleed out pain....