The cuts on your arms
you say its just self harm...

She stays in her room all day
no one comes up to see if shes okay...

I found it hard to tell
but they caught me when i fell...

My dearest sister of pain
i never knew this feeling until i read them again...

Tell me a story a story of anguish and puerile...
do anything anything,put your hands in my fate...

Locked up in that dingy, dingy room
her one space ,one space of doom...

I will love you today
although im not sure about tomorrow...

Let us search for this meaning
That same one that gives us feeling...