In the night i shake and stir
the thought of death does not reassure...
My life is sh*t!!
My mother hates me...
Why must I be tortured in this cell
It must feel good to be in hell...
I have no right to stalk you and watch you as I do
But I just can't help myself, you are the most...
Lonely, lost, misunderstood,
Every day it is the same...
My soul is so cold
and I seem so old...
Sitting home and wondering
How she ever loved him...
The forgotten blades
Of all the fallen that night...
Sitting here in my darkened room
Red with anguish and pain...
Don't tell me I'm not dreaming
Lost and awake in a world of deceiving...
Waiting for the knife to sink in
waiting for the blood to run down my arm...
She told me she didnt no why she felt like this
But all she wanted was for it to stop...