She carves pretty pictures upon her wrist
This is her twisted way to escape all this...

Alone on the dance floor
waiting for the boy i adore...

Broken and distressed
Caught up in the mess...

Tie me to a train track
Slice a knife through my skin...

Knife knife
jab right in...

I'm dying inside
cant you see...

I'm trapped inside a box of sadness
my eyes shut tight from the madness...

There is a sad little girl
She sits alone in the bathroom...

Each night as I lay down in my bed
I have thoughts of you rushing through my head...

What was that sound?
it's encircling me around and around...

They say they all know how i feel
But they don't get that this feeling is real...

Bullet bullet
through my head...