Dont do anything. Nothing at all. I hate all this if you are a true friend re post this bulletin crap so just read this and smile inwardly at all the stupid people who repost and think that is what makes you a friend. Instead if you want to be a true friend, just go visit your friends. Spend some time with them. Give them a call. That is positive and productive.

     I can't escape these memories, they won't let me be. This ring is haunting me, constantly.

     You're beautiful, girl out of control. Help yourself to me. Take what you please.  Today is a new day filled with regret. I wish I could forget.

     This is the burden that I bear. This is the heart I can't repair. This is like dancing by myself. I am the lone rose on a shelf.

     I can't live with the guilt of the love that we built. Its tearing me apart, tearing me apart, tearing me...

     I want to be free! Why can't I be me? I am someone else, a stranger to myself. You're everything I want right now. I love and I hate you somehow. You were my heaven, this is my hell. I'm not afraid of anything now.

    Now you're gone and I'm stronger than I ever thought I could be. Too bad I'm unhappy.

     This is the burden that I bear. This is the heart I can't repair. This is like dancing by myself. I am the lone rose on a shelf.

     So what do I do now that you're gone? We tried our best but not for long. After you left I pushed it all away. But that only works when I'm awake.

     In my dreams you're there. You love me, You show that you care. And when I wake I'm crying inside.  I beg and I pray that this feeling would die.

     I keep myself busy and its all I can do to keep myself from thinking of you. Its times like this when I hope I'll never love again, love again.

     So why do I cry for these dreams? There's something unreal manifesting in me. I've taken too much, taken too much. There's so much pain in my life. I dream of being alive again, alive again, the way it used to be when it was you and me. My life defines a slow tragedy. I've endured so much longing for your touch and its in my dreams, haunting me.

     I am dying in here, there's nothing I fear anymore. I stare at concrete and stone as I'm lying alone with my beer. I'm trying to drink away these thoughts in my head. 'Cause it hurts to be dying and its easy to be dead.

     I called you on the phone but no one was home to hear my voice. With this bottle in my hand, I drink away my plans. It drowns out my choice.  I remember beaches and seas, waterfalls and leaves with you in my arms.

     You threw it all away,  one winter day, you went astray. So where did your love go? And why did I carve our names in stone? If it was so easy for you to leave me why can't I let it go?

     If ever a battle was fought, it was between my head and my heart. The casulity being only me, left to die in this appartment.

     Now I'm fading like a ghost, a memory at most. A spark from the flame. You will forget my name.