Death isn’t freedom, being encased six feet under, in a timber cage, unable to escape, just to asphyxiate. Freedom isn’t death, being enclosed in an open world, in a toffs casket, unable to escape, just to associate. Freedom or death?

My heart once belonged to my best friend.
His heart didn’t belong to me.
Once I found out he never cared.
My heart moved back to the boy.
That cared more about dope than me.

And the chair fell.

I’m sorry, that we didn’t work out.
I’m sorry, that we went down this road.
If I could, I’d turn back now.
But I went too far, this time.
Mi´s-well continue.

I’ll see you on the other side.
I’ll see you in another life.

I’m sorry, that I hurt you.
Our love was a virtue.
Like patience, but more beautiful.

Now I see you.
You look so happy.
Without me.

Now I see you.
You're with another guy.
Hope your smile, lights up his eyes.
Like it did mine.
I’ll see you on the other side.
In another life.

No one told her what it’s like.
She watches this lightning strike.
Her biggest fear is being alone.

No one told her which way to go.
She took the path with bumps in the road.
Will someone help this broken girl.

He walks the halls in fear.
There’s no one to protect him.
He’s crying out to them.

Am I the only one, who hears him screaming?

I´m addicted to a boy that´s addicted to ****

¨I´ve lost my head.¨
I replied,
¨It´s in my eyes.¨