Images still in my head of you dead

I wish I could take them away instead

I sit in my room alone and cry over my loss

Will anything ever be the same?

I wish I could imagine you happy

A life of ecstasy that would be good enough to stop the pain that lingers

In my heart I know I would be content

It's your forced life...It's your forced life...doesn't it feel the same to you?

I sit and wonder

While you ponder of pathetic items that bring you happiness

Those things that put a smile to your face

Are the things that kill me inside

I know deep down you have a good heart

But why am I never included in all of this?

I take you in...rise you up, yet my soul stays untouched?

Nothing ever changes in your mind

Nothing ever changes

Stick your hate to me

I'll find a way to break free