Alone, shaking and scared
In the centre of the dark cold room...

I walk along a long but narrow corridor
like the ones i have seen before...

I sit alone and bleed
It's that release i need...

To take control
The only thing makes this real...

Is she lieing or is it true
no one has got a clue...

Selfish things happen to selfish people
suicide is selfish so why not happen to me...

I am sat all alone
alone as usual...

I sit alone
with two pictures...

I'm lost in the ways of everyone else
i stop and stare...

I can feel the want
the want for something sharp...

I hate my life
i never go anywhere without my knife...

We have been hurt and scared
We have loved and lost...