All I've known is straight A's.
All I see is straight F's...

Bruises, scars, all sorts of abuse
Being on this earth has no use...

I'm not one to be afraid of much
But Thursday makes me afraid...

Stay or go?
Live or die...

One door may have closed
But another is wide open...

She sits alone
In the back of the class...

Love me,
Hate me...

Once again,
Shunned again...

Head's pounding.
Heart's pulsing...

The tears well up in her eyes
as she sits and cries...

She hates her life
her mom's a drunk...