The Evil The U Are

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

The Only Thing That Can Kill Me Is Death, That's The Only Thing That Can Ever Stop Me, Is Death, And Even Then My Music Will Live Forever.

I Don't Understand How People Can Stand Next To You One Year,and Next Year, They Cannot. They're Going Crazy, Screaming. They Can't Take It That You're There. But Last Year I Was In The Same Club,walking Around,lonely Like A Motherfucker. Couldn't Get A Date Or A Dance. I Was Too Skinny, Too Something, And Now, "he's Just Adorable. He's Just, Oh!

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?