A reflection of your rage,
A victim of your crime...

Sometimes I think I must be invisible.
It's like I'm not here...

Place your hand in mine,
We'll go for a stroll...

My pain is all in the past,
I want to stab my father in the neck with glass...

You get so sick of the same thing
Everyday of your life...

There they are,
All standing there...

Blip
Blip...

Our hands are covered in red blood
And our eyes are full of tears...

Lost inside this emptiness,
Dark as my soul...

Why am I always being categorized?
Why do you feel the need to spread these lies...

Dear Diary,
Haven't been sad in a while...

By now you would of found me dead,
Or caught me while I'm trying...