This one is for the boy who can't sleep,
because his dreams are plauged by memories of her.
It's also for the girl who decided life wasn't worth living,
and slit her wrist, bleeding out, while hiding behind a locked door.
One cries while the other slowly dies.
"Please don't do it!" He cries.
"I can't do this anymore," she sighs.
"Please don't cry,
this isn't a forever good-bye.
I will see you again."
And she hung up the phone,
and died in her room all alone.
The boy hung his head and cried,
Along with her a little piece of his soul died.
And in the dead of night he whispered,
"Good-bye."
