Sorry! For all I've done,
I won't get in your way...

Slitting my wrists,
Blacking my eyes...

Your one year old but also one year has gone,
You made your choice to move on...

You ran off with that other girl,
the one with looks better then I...

Look at that freak sitting over there,
People cant help but to stop and stare...

I grab my precious blade,
I find it on my floor...

I Love You Nick,
Theres Not More I Can Say...

All they do is judge her,
They don't seem to care...

As I run this blade along my scared up wrists,
One more cut and all this pain will paid...

Do You Know How I Feel?
Should I Keep it Inside...

As I lye in my bed,
I cant help but think about the things you said...

As I lay here dying,
Silently I am screaming...