She's tired of all games and jokes.
They do nothing but cause her pain...
Crawling on the floor,
trying to get to the door...
Blood
The cold, shiny, red, liquid...
Hitting my head against the wall,
cutting my arm the blood that falls...
Cutting.
I hate to say it but I’ve been down that...
I thought you were perfect,
The perfect one for me...
Does anybody remember the day
February twelfth, nineteen ninety three...
Im Standing in front of my mirror. I smile as I...
I slowly raise my hand to my face...
In my mind... i now know
how i feel about this girl...
Another 17 candles wasted
On just another lost soul...
Too bad I have already fallen too far
You can't reach me anymore...
Bullshit lies
hating it all...