The boy walks down the street all alone
He has no friends, no one to call his phone
They says hes emo and he doesnt care
But, thats not true; nobody was ever there
No one ever tried to get to know him
The boy who slices his every limb
A cutter, a cutter! Thats all hell be
Six feet under, dead behind the tree
If someone had tried to become his friend
Maybe today wouldnt have been the end
Maybe if they knew what was to come ahead
Maybe they wouldnt have said hed be better off dead
Today he picked up his knife
Looked around, and ended his life
On the floor he left a note
And to the world he wrote:
About how the world had moved too fast
Everything that had happened in his past
Dear diary, today I met a friend
She said she would stay until the very end
The next day I tried to say hi
And all she told me was to die
Dear diary, she was just a fake
Just another one of my mistakes
Dear diary, I just wanted a friend
Someone who would lend a helping hand
Someone who would hold me tight
And tell me that everythings alright
