Dark, alone, trembling,
Long sleeves cover these scars on my wrists...

I have no love,
I have no life...

Everyone has problems,
especially me...

Arriving in class, the room falls silent,
You lay down your books, though you hear it all...

When the lamp is shattered
the light in the dust lies dead...

My sadness wells up and brims over,
washing down over my face...

All this pain you put me through,
All the life I know...

I am Emotional psycho,
I guess it was meant to be...