How can you just walk away when you see the tears...
How could you just leave after I call out your...

I see you
You see me...

If I could rip my heart out, you would see just...
If you could just see the bloody cuts you make me...

Shaking, trembling, scared.
You cooly walk into the classroom...

You see me & you drop you head.
Hold your head low boy. Hold it low...

She's just barely 17,
with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes...

No need to mourn
No need to weep...

Nothing surrounds me but darkness,
Nothing surrounds be but hate...

How could you?
How could you turn away from me...

I was so young-so pure.
Not quite ripe- not ready to be picked...

It's been 4 years and I'm still here
In the beginning I thought I wouldn't make it...

Sometimes I wonder if I should talk to you,
would your crying explanations put me at ease...