Sitting on a bus,
cuddling close...

I hate my life,
but I love this knife...

You think that slitting your wrists is good,
you think that it is fun...

There's a place,
I wish I can be...

I know of a story,
one so very sad...

She doesn't know why she feels this way,
but she doesn't want to feel it another day...

I'm sorry for the shyt i caused
I'm sorry i made that one mistake...

I hate that you're with her,
I hate that you're not with me...

You broke my heart that day,
I didn't know what to say...

I am crawling..
crawling in hopes to find something...

No one sees the pain inside,
All this hurt I can no longer abide...

Everything is so confusing,
not being able to be with you...