Sometimes i sit up and realise losing you was the worst part of my life and wish i could go back.
if i could i would pause at the good times ... fast farward the tears ... and erase the ending ...

"and they all lived happily ever after" ...
how dose that work ... ?

I thought you would die to save me ...
but i was wrong ...
while im here bleeding on the floor your out there with her

If you really did love me ...
you wouldnt have walked away

You made me cry all night until i had no more tears to cry ...
you made me cut each day until the floor was red from blood ...
see what a lil wight lie really can do ...
there not innocent ...

I curl up on the floor and hope that someone can come and pick me up ...
but i forgot i locked the door ...
the drugs dont help ... and the councilers cant save me ...

You dont have to meet me to know what im like ...
half of my life im as high as a kite.
i wish i could change and re-do my life again.
i lost my family and my friend.
now that you see what meth can do.
will you try it or not it is all up to you

Emos not a fashion, its not even a statment
its a way of life, a way of dealing

To remember how it all was,
to remember his voice.
to remember how he hurt me,
inside and out.
i was left bleeding only to find out.
that i was pregnant to the guy who raped me.

And you thought it was painful to see your aunty cry.
what if i told you my story, i couldnt do anything and watched my mum die