I don't want you to be another pretty face, that's stuck, in time. You told me it was such of waste; Your hand, in mine. You told me of your past, and all, your lies. You told me all the times, that you, had tried.

I'll tell you right now, that I don't care what you're gonna go through. You'll never be alone. I'll tell you right now, I'll go through it all with you. My arms, are home.
Either I die for you, or together we fall.

I don't want you to be another untold story. I'll tell, you mine. You told me that you were such a waste, of, my time. You told me how no one had ever tried, to be, your friend. I'm here to tell you that I'll be here, until, the end.

I'll tell you right now, that I don't care what you're gonna go through. You'll never be alone. I'll tell you right now, I'll go through it all with you. My arms, are home.
Either I die for you, or together we fall.

Suddenly a smile washes over your face. I can't help but think. I think your beautiful. Even the scars on your skin.

I'll tell you right now, that I don't care what you're gonna go through. You'll never be alone. I'll tell you right now, I'll go through it all with you. My arms, are home.
Either I die for you, or together we fall.
Together tonight.
Together tomorrow.
You'll never have to be alone in this sorrow.
Together we fall.

Forever frozen in this space in time. What god given right let's you take away mine? You're not my creator, nor are you my savior. So what the hell do you think causes all my anger?

You're no better than me, and I know that you'll remember. My name will be as cold as mid-December. You'll get frost bite on your breath, you'll see the beauty in your death, you'll fear the sunlight like I do, and see horror in finesse.

It'd make me a little happier if the grass was a bit greener, but I can't help where it grows. You may be happy, but that's happiness I will never know. I've tried to end it all. I did it every day, because I just feel like ****. I know you know how it feels, to feel like this. But now I use my back, instead of on my wrist. But that's okay, no one would notice anyway. They'd see them, but would never say a **** thing.
This whole thing. Was just one long confession. I know that when I write this out, I'll just get one question.
"Are you okay?"
Of course I am, what else am I supposed to say?
"No, I hate myself, and I cry everyday."
I am supposed to be the man. I am supposed to be strong. But I don't know how much longer that I can go on. This hate is eating me up inside. This smile I show you, it's all just a lie. I use it to comfort myself and hide what's in my mind.

A beautiful sorrow inside a beautiful girl who never wanted tomorrow. A beautiful night to take such a beautiful life. With the slice of a knife, she turned out the lights. A story you've heard about a million times. With better punchlines, and with better rhymes. But take it from a boy, who has wanted to inch closer death. That nothing is more comforting to us, then our lovers breath. I remember thinking about my life that night, and not wanting to see the rest. But that same night I had her here, and we laid down, her head on my chest. As she left, I turned off my light. I put my head down, I owe you my life. But how can I give it to you when I don't even want to see the rest of it through?