what it's really like to be like me,
but all I ask is that you try
and ask yourself the question why.
become depressed, sit on the wall,
loose friends, loose love, loose all she had
and from within only be sad?
a goal, a friend, a life.
but then it died, it walked away,
it stabbed her with a knife.
and all day long she cried,
and in the end, her light went out, the spark within her died.