• The darkness fills my soul with thoughts of the life I once had.
    Life is a terrible fate brought on by the false feeling called love,
    Sure the feeling is wonderful at first,
    Then it turns into nothing.
    The false feeling of secerity,
    Just falls apart and turns into just a thoughtless memory.
    Sometimes I wish things would get better,
    then I think about how much worse it could be.
    Why did it have to happen?
    Why to me...of all people... Why did it Happen?