You used to be a lover
With the most emotional eyes
And as much as you loved
You couldn't blur the feeling of wanting to die
With tear stained cheeks and demons in your head
You thought it'd be better for all if you were dead

You used to be a talented with an eye for beauty
Although I could never find what you saw in me
With a pencil to paper or a camera to your eyes
It was clear the pain wouldn't suffice

You used to be an adventurer to far and beyond
Even inside others heads to find out what was wrong
But one stormy day you took a final step
What greater adventure is there that death?