A sharpened knife lay in my hand...
In my minds a picture of a new land...

Would you ever hurt me, just to see me cry
Would you ever hit me and make me want to die...

When the morning comes, the night is through
Loving you is all I want to do...

Don't you get it?
Don't you care...

I hate the fact that your still here
I hate the fact that you don't care...

Why do people judge you
On the appearance that they see...

She tightly grips the knife in her hand
As she watches her blood drip onto the sand...

People cant see
My emotional scars that cover me...

She held him in her arms
Trying to bloke the pain...

Baby the day I met you all I could do is smile
Just after one day, you brought out my inner child...

Teens want to laugh
Teens want to cry...

Sometimes decisions
Seem so tough...