Standing on the beach during twilight
next to you, the setting just right...

As I sit here with this knife in my hand,
I'll map you out my brilliant plan...

Everytime I look to leave,
There's something I haven't seen...

Come back
I didn't mean to say it...

Girl:
A day has passed that she didnt cry...

The voices in my head,
Tell me I'd be better off dead...

You are such a joy,
and such a wonderful boy...

Look at me, and tell me, what do you see?
A girl broken and hidden behind what you all...

What is life?
your mom and siblings always shout...

Crossing roads that are old and broken,
sights and cities that used to be a treasured...

Capitivated by the depths
of your eyes I can't escape...

People all the time,
tryin' to put us down...