My heart it is not a plaything
my heart is not a toy...

I smash my head into the wall
until i fall...

This must be
it is a must...

Your my friend always
you always semmed to care...

Why is it that every time a problem comes up death...
why is it that i feel as if no one could possibly...

I cut once
i cut twice...

When i think about him
my heart jumps about my body...

I need my man by my side
to stay alive...

I need to wipe
away my tears...

I sit in a dark
room all alone...

I love you very much
and you are the best bf...

How could you
say your loves true...