All day i cry
My life is a lie...

Once again I am alone
Sitting in my room with the phone...

~Shivering hard deep inside
Thinking of whats on my mind...

Her heart was first broken as a little kid
It was broken by what her father did...

You made me cry when i was little
You didn't even remember the next day...

Fake smile on my face
Knowing life is just a waste...

In her little tomb she lies with a fixed smile
In her little tomb she's been waiting for awhile...

Her wonderful knife fell out of her bloody hand
She was pronounced dead and buried it this land...

She sits and locks her tears in;
No one would suspect her pain...

She tries her best to get good grades
But her saddness never fades...

Feeling so happy and so real
All this likeness i do feel...

+I fell to the ground in my room
Just thinking of my new inflickted wound...