She goes home everyday
and takes out her knife...

I don't think i deserve this
to die like i am...

My spirit starts to rise
and i see my body on the floor...

I cut my wrists
and fall to the cold floor...

I don't know what i did to you
that was all that bad...

I dunno if its me, dunno if its you, whatever it...

You make me wonder, stop and stare,
and then i finally agree to the dare...

I'm scared to talk to you
because of what you might say...

I'm about to lose everything i have,
just because i want you back...

Don't worry about how i feel
ill never get well...

You stare at me in class
and think i don't see your eyes...

I feel like i have no one
in whom i can confide...