The scissors are in one hand and I hold my wrist in the air
This is the price I pay for being told that I wish you weren't there
And yeah tears fall down my face as I Begin to Pace
I probably shouldn't have done this....
But it's not like I'm one to miss..
Although I know that when I'm gone and few tears well be shied
When they remember everything that they ever said
I've cried so many times in the middle of the night the neighbors would hear but they would just turn off the light
I'm holding a burden of a secret storm sometimes I wish I was never born
I'm a fragile soul caught in fate and when mourning comes it will be to late
