im sorry to the ones i lost
to the ones that stayed
to the one that ran
and the ones that cried



im going to a place where souls are lost
a place where wanderers are lost
where the lost are never found
and the never found die
i am a wanderer.


when we all fall asleep, where do we go


when i next trust you, ill be dead


what the point in living if it feels like dying
whats the point of crying, what the point of crying
whats the point of smiling when you feel like dying
whats the point-the point of crying, the point of crying

~he was happy
sad
scared
scarred
~he cut
once 
twice
no space
~he was close to the edge
he jumped
~he lived
shot in the head