I wrote a poem,
and she smiled,
I went away,
then she cryied,
wishing I was just a bit stronger,
I can't feel you next to me any longer,
what happened,
was it my fault,
that you broke my heart,
or did you know,
that it would stop,
you were my bottle & pills,
now I need to get my mind clear,
whishing I could just go back,
never created a place for you in my heart,
the way you're looking at me is not the same,
what happend,
this was supposed to have a happy end,
but it all ends up the same,
sure you're not the one to blame,
now holding the bottle & pills again,
look I think that's my grave,
would you throw some roses at me when I'm there,
so I could rest there with no shame?
guees not,
you never liked me anyway.