Why whenever I feel sad
Do I turn to you and do something bad...

Everything reminds me of you
It's hard to say but oh it's true...

The sent of your hair
The way you have that torn hat you wear...

The way I feel
I keep inside...

The cuts on her wrists dripping with blood
To her it looks like a blood red flood...

Black nails
Pale skin...

How can I like you,
we're just supposed to be friends...

All the things that you have said
Are always running through my head...

She comes to school with a smile on her face
Wanting to cry but not the place...

Would you still talk to me if you knew the truth?
Would you still treat me the same?Would you still...

You never knew her
You never cared...

Why did you ever tell me you loved me
When you knew it wouldn't always be true...