The cuts on your arms
you say its just self harm...

She stays in her room all day
no one comes up to see if shes okay...

Let us search for this meaning
That same one that gives us feeling...

Locked up in that dingy, dingy room
her one space ,one space of doom...

Tell me a story a story of anguish and puerile...
do anything anything,put your hands in my fate...

I found it hard to tell
but they caught me when i fell...

I see my broken face
i think what a waste...

No one understands the pain
no one understands the shame...

Hide your self
so your liked ,so you fit in...

My dearest sister of pain
i never knew this feeling until i read them again...

If i could id turn the clock
so you`ll never see...

Sshh...Have you ever seen an alien ?
I have to but for some strange reason every one...