A picture stealing her soul
a word stealing her life...

She lies across her bed
wishing she could be anywhere...

You tell me I'm being a brat
you say it all comes with being a teen...

Why am i so confused
hes too old but your too cool...

As i watch the blood seep down
thoughts cross my mind...

She sits and stares
at the reflection of her silouette...

Breaking scars
that want to heal...

I'm burning holes in the back of your head
i know you must feel the flames from my eyes...

The release only comes
when the blood begins to rise...

The pain and burden of a hardened heart
the feeling of resentment after its been torn...

Every time you tried to look into my eyes i looked...
but you didn't notice...