Emotion fills my heart,thoughts fill my head, I feel that it is you that has made my bed. screams fill my head,your knife fills my heart, it has been so long that we have been apart. Images of you have been racing through my mind,you always knew just how to make me cry.I've been trying to tell myself your dead but the ghost of you still walks around. No matter how I try, no matter how hard I cry you are still here and I do'nt think that it's right. I'll fight this till the end, until I'm pale and dead but until I learn to forget you've still won in the end.