She is the girl with the broken eyes
Hiding herself behind these lies...

I have nothing left to offer
I have put myself on the line...

There were two little kids
And they used to be the best of friends...

I don't know what to do
As you hug your knees and cry...

It has been two years now
Since I last saw you face...

A gun to my temple
A blade to my wrist...

She sits cross legged
On the big blue bed...

So she asks "why me?"
Why does it all seem to fall on her...

I try to block out thoughts of you
As I lay here on the floor...

The headphones in her ears play as loud as they...
The music blaring keeps the painful thoughts out...

It's a special kind of gift she holds
The power to mess things up...

Another year,
Another chapter in my life...