As I stand in my bedroom
Applying all the make up in my draws...

At night when she goes home
she writes in her book...

Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls...

Don't you see these boys
Lying cold battered, bruised...

Roses are red
violets are blue...

I wish i was not here
i wish i was dead...

We fight
best friends for 11 years...

Im sorry I had to write this
I couldnt say it to your face...

Today a boy walked in front of a car
And another cut his wrists...

She walks around the school halls
staring at the ground...

Food, I really hate the stuff,
The smell alone makes me gyp...

You died when you were only young,
I didn't have the time...