She said that she loved me That she was my best friend She told me she'd be there Until the very end So why did she lie? Telling me something so untrue? Does she know she made me cry? I sobbed into my pillow all night. But she couldn't hear me. Because I was fading away. What would she have done? Would she know just what to say? Maybe she has forgotten About the friendship that we had Will I ever be forgiven For the pain that I have caused? If I drive into the overpass And flip my car over the side Maybe then she will see That I was truly dead inside That life isn't just a good time That things hurt and people cry What does it matter if my words rhyme I'm still a failure at life Everything I do turns to dust And I'm shivering from the cold For me, cutting is a must In a fruitless attempt to externalize my pain When will this all stop? When will I love life? When will these tears dry? What will end my strife? Will she notice when I perish? When I am simply no more? What memories will she cherish? Will she miss me...? Will she cry when I am buried Into the cold, hard ground Will she wish I was still here? Would she want me to be around? Perhaps I should make this all come true And I wouldn't have to wonder anymore The road to death must be a beautiful view What will happen if I let reality go...? What will happen if I don't know? What will happen if I commit suicide? Will anyone cry....?