• The teardrops fall on my pillowcase,
    the dead flowers still sit in the vase,
    my mind is tricked abundant lies I've been told,
    just to love have someone to hold my soul has been sold,
    my only loves name is hate, for my love is black,
    I can't love or be loved for my heart is so cracked,
    I deperately need to be wanted or slain,
    he cuts me so deep, I grip hold of my pain,
    I'm left behind so I stay home and get fried,
    my eyes are stained too many tears have I cried,
    now I will leave and go to sleep,
    these thoughts in my dreams I will keep,
    go this night and forever more,
    my eyes will be stained and sore.