Sent to the hospital
Because of those idiots...

I smile a broken smile
To hide my true feelings...

What is happiness
I don't see it anymore...

Something that is said to exist
But has never been seen...

Sitting at a small desk
With nothing but a candle...

Every time I think of him
My soul is slowly being tortured...

I know life can sometimes bring you down
But hold on for me...

Why do they all do that to themsleves
They think they have to be perfect...

Let me tell you a story
It's about a girl...

Promise you will not cut
I will help you out of the rut...

Nothing is fair
Nobody will care...

You`ve got to be perfect
Put on your make-up...