Why do all the best girls                                          never look like whores
They have friends to talk to                                        and hold on to
Why do all the best girls                                         never fuck it up
Before you cut cut cut their hair                                   and decide to be honest

Only the rain will guide his way
Through the black of the night The rain, only friend                           With a lonesome tear drop on his cheek                                        He's leaving the planet earth                                                 Exit the lake suicide
Tonight my life is through                                                 Tonight I'm freezing blue                                                    They never understood this pain
Which he had inside Life itself had died                                       No more there will be his kind
In the black of the night                                                      His kind, blood drops they cry                                                   He had his ways, he had his times
Through the black of the life                                                  His life, ain't nothing worthwhile                                               He had passed over pain
Flying through the endless night
He had died, oh my god I have died