You had your share of problems
you did your drugs and had your sex...

A boy who cared had concern when he saw the scars
Wiped away the tears before they ever fell...

They make me mad
They make me sad...

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

The visions of my broken past
Reoccur more often now than ever...

Have you forgotten me
You were to involved with your other friends...

You have ignored me when I'm alone
You ignore me when I cry...

As I lay my head down for the last time
I let the blood run freely from my wrist...

Behind these eyes covered in black liner
Lays a soul and a shattered heart...

Through my bloodied wrist
And my dried veins...

I simply sit down in my comphy chair
Put on my final and last screen name...

I'm hiding behind closed doors
I hide from all of you...