I tried to disingrate my hurt, but only brought...
Now I\'m laying here dying on the cold, tile...

Why is it over?
Where has it gone...

Mommy why do you hit me?
I didn't do anything bad...

As I lay in bed
I think about running away...

You told me that you loved me
but you didn\'t mean it...

I saw the tears
Rolling down your cheeks...