I was holding on so hard
Our hold on each other was solid...

My wrist are bleeding
My lips are blue...

You left me crying on a street corner
I was feeling like sh*t...

The shot rings out around the world
I know my best friend is gone...

The tears slip down my face
As i watch your coffin be lowered into the hole...

Her eyes begin to close for the last time
The note gently sitting next to her...

We were walking home together
You pulled up my sleeve to hold my hand...

I don't know how many lives a knife has claimed
But I do its calling me...

I took him to my room
To show him my new shirt...

Do you ever feel like
You don't want to hide it anymore...

I am not broken
I am too bent one to many dents...

They make me mad
They make me sad...