I am \"Happy\" as \"Happy as can...
But when I\'m really \"Happy\&quot...

Why does he make me cry
even when I'm lonesome and shy...

You told me that you loved me.
You said that it would grow...

Walking toward my attic doors.
That lead to the garage...

So far yet so close.
I'm wanting him the most...

Every time i think of you.
I close my eyes and dream of you...

Carvings on my bare skin,
going in and out again...

Razer blades running red.
Inching closer to my death...

Sailing across the sea of red, i wish that i was...
Feeling nothing but pain and anguash, i wish there...

Saddened by this time alone.
Hoping that i could leave my home...

Never having alone time.
Always being pushed and pried...

People say when I was three I was happy as can...
I grew up to be empty and angry without a father...