When I think of you,I am not happy!
You are dead.
Wasn`t it too well?
You told me too never be proud of myself...
Too be nothing was the way of being someone.

The day came...
When all I could bear was the sorrow after you,
and the sorrow of myself...
Feeling I was somebody...
And notwhat you told me; I wasn`t supposed too be anything.
Feeling I was your Prophecy gone real...

BY BEING NOBODY...
I WAS SOMEBODY.
I WAS THE PAIN.
I WAS THE SORROW.
THE GRIEFING AND CELEBRATION OF DEATH.

I was all dressed...
Up in black...

For the rest of my life...
Morning death, but still living it.
Did I live the dream?
Not for a second!

Cause death was...
The only thing...
I was about too...
Achieve!
Cause everybody did.

But still I was somebody; The sorrow dressed in black.
A style people told me...

People told me; I had style...
Was I a hardrocker?
No.
Was I a punkrocker ?
No.
Was I a gothic girl?
I could have been.
I probably was.

By peoples ` words;

I was somebody, and not anymore; The girl crying and being alone...
In a closet!
I was NOT only Anymore...
The girl dressed in black!

I was a girl numerous times now; Called by name!