Shes all alone
in the dark...

My arms are covered with scabs
my skirt is covered with blood...

Everyday i walk past you on the oval
i stare and i smile...

Hey nisa my good friend
I'm sorry i wasn't there for u in the end...

My head,
spinning out of control...

We were a couple
but that was history...

No, shes not crying because shes in pain
no, shes not crying from cutting again...

Once a happy family
but now broken up by lies...

The blood it creeps down my arm
the tears flow from my mental harm...

She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir can you help me...

The phone is ringing,
but your not there...

I know you've just had a hard day,
but don't let rumors make you this way...