Requiem for a stranger.
I can't believe her.
How could she die at such an age.
A suicide without a page to save her life.
Requiem for a stranger.
I can't believe her.
How could she die at such an age.
A suicide without a page to save her life.
For every sign that we've ignored,
We take our guilt and thrust it toward our daily lives.
For every conscious thought we've bloomed,
We take our guilt and thrust it toward our impending doom.
Requiem for a stranger.
I can't believe her.
How could she die at such an age.
A suicide without a page to save her life.
For every sign that we've ignored,
We take our purpose in this world and throw it out the door.
For every path we've strayed away,
We take our guilt and try to make a better day.
A better day.
A better day.
Requiem for a stranger.
I can't believe her.
How could she die at such an age.
A suicide without a page to save her life.