

i'm crying by the window and its taking alot of self-control to stop myself from crossing over...
i desperately need a cigarette but i can't find any...
i have to wake up in 3 hours but i don't see the point in doing anything anymore.
one week later and you won't even remember my name.
friday the 13th. isn't that fantastic.
and you gave me the best birthday present i could ever ask for... for that i thank you.
goodbye.