I just got here
And now it’s time to go again...

I can see a knife....
easy to cut thru stuff...

I'm thinking about the day
the day I have to leave...

I don't know if i can say it
It's so hard...

I'm tired of playing the nice girl...

Friends forever
This is what we once said...

Sometimes i wish people could see the real me
The Girl who cries herself to sleep...

Sometimes I wish people would see it
But then I remember...

Once again I sit here
I dont know what to do...

Lonely Is how I feel
When I sit alone in my room...

People wonder why i am not talking about things
why i am not close to anyone...

Why did you call me bit**?
What did I do wrong...