2004-02-15 / 7:59 a.m.
Bloody Valentine

Little whispers

Longing glances

Walking by

Missing chances

Holding closer

Letting go

Running naked

In the snow

Say goodbye

To all of this

Makes a note

And slits his wrist

Bloody mess

For her to find

Too much grief

To keep inside

Left alone

With all the pain

Tell her it's not selfish

Once again