I hold the knife.
it could take away pain so quickly...

You ask me why I cut myself.
You ask me why im sad...

He sits there,
waiting for more to hurt him...

Im sitting with her.
talking...

You were hurt badly.
your friends turned against you...

You flirted.
you led me on...

Everything around me is lost.
i have lost my best friend...

The words they are saying turn to ice.
they revolve in my head...

The sadness in my life.
the times i want to die...

I quiver as your soft lips touch mine.
i hold you close...

Us three in the back,
you two in the front...

I silently sit,
watching you from my seat...