I sit in a corner,
Outcast and alone...

The people that you knew till now,
The life that felt so short...

7 lone rangers,
Stand upon a line...

I fall from happy consciousness,
Into a dark despair...

I light this match,
And put flame to ground...

I sit alone,
And slit my wrist...

Is your hair Straigtened?
Is your hair Blonde enough...

The stroke of steel,
The sting of slice...

Always look,
On the bright side of life...

Blood red weekdays show no mercy,
Against a star studded floorboard...

Have you ever wanted to do something you know you...
Have you ever wanted to just let go be consumed by...

I hit the wall,
Thrown by fate...