Immersed in the darkness of a corner in my room i sat thinking :

Where is the love ?

y'know girl this has been taken too far. we've all had enough and someone's gotta put a stop to this shit. cyndia's been crying her eyeballs out, walking around pointlessly like some fucking dead person. doesnt that mean anything to you ? doesnt it mean anything to anyone anymore ? it does, to us. we love her, and you wouldnt know how fucked it feels when you hear her talk, sometimes ending in dead silence w tears. please stop trying to make everything seem like you're the fucking victim in this situation. what do you have to lose ? what did she lose. everytime i see her w that daze hanging over in her eyes. it hurts. i know we cant do much. but we could. so who'se fault is this. what could have been done, and what wasnt. we know what was the root of these shit, and you know it too as well. but when she tries to talk to you, you push her away and tell her you dontknow how to face her. but yet you can go on smiling and laughing like nothing's bothering you. so what the f do you want from her, from us. what the f do you want. sometimes you seem mighty fine, but when we get to this topic you tone down and get into that oh-i-dont-know-what-to-do-i-dont-know-how-to-face-her-tell-me-what-to-do-i-feel-so-sad mood. sheesh, get a grip ! you didnt lose anything, but she did.

Who now the price of her dear blood doth owe.