If looks could ****, you took my life, you made my heart beat race.
If looks could ****, you took my life, you have such a pretty face.

Perfect pitch hurts like a *****.

The happiness of others depresses me,
because I'm so ****** up in the head,
when you put roses on my gravestone,
Just make sure the roses are dead.

I walked with heavy feet towards a river that runs deep
And I put stones in my pockets to keep me weighted on the floor.
I felt the red creep in and settle into every bone within my frame,
And I felt death's grip get colder as I approached the haunted shore.
I put one foot into the river and felt the water running cold,
And I clenched both my fists tightly as I prepared for my next step.
I thought about my lungs, how they will desperately gasp for air,
And then I took a deep breath in and I let the water take my life.

And it was cold,
And it was dark,
And It was heavy on my chest,
And I was scared,
And I was wrong,
And I was too late to live on.

I felt the fire in my lungs, the burning embers of my mistake,
And I knew that within in moments, I would have to cave in.
I shut my eyes and said a prayer, words to a god I never knew,
And at last I opened my mouth, gasped for air, and sealed my fate
I tasted the salty pallet of death as the river filled my lungs
And I felt a pain like no other as I lived my final moments
I wondered what I would be remembered for, if for anything at all,
And then I felt your hand grasp me, and pull me to the shore.

And it was life,
And it was beautiful,
And it was you who pulled me up
And I was safe
And I was breathing
And I was wrong to have jumped in.

And there will be days where this river will taunt me in my sleep.
When deaths lips will persuade me into a "beautiful" mistake.
And I will fight, and I will live, And I will never let it go.
I have emptied both my pockets, I have learned to stay afloat.
And I am troubled, And I am fabled, And I am easily convinced,
But I get a certain confidence when I see you on my side.

YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE STRONG