I walk down the corridor
with a frown on my face
i hope one day ill find a better place
i walk past the people acting it out
the things i do im ashamed about.
i hide for the day,
knowing the facts
by this time tommorrow
it wont be an act.
i walk down the corridor,
covering the scars
from what i did that night.
my eyes filled with tears
the people who watch me
acting it out.
they call me emo
they call me names
all becayse im different
i dont feel the same.
i walk down the corridor
for the very last time
my tears are falling
i dont know why.
i run through the corridor
i open the door
running slowley
so i can be ignored
i run into my house and into the kitchen
grabbing a knife
and run to my bedroom
which means no more life tonifht.
