The room is white
I hear a clock...

Crying
Sobbing...

I cant stop thinking
Of yesterday...

You think you are our queen
Controlling everything...

Scars are a way of expressing yourself
Sometimes in a good way...

I take out the knife
And look at the sharp blade...

I need someone
To hold me when I sleep...

I love tattoos
They let you express...

I'm so confused
Do I like guys...

I like rock and roll
And heavy metal...

Am I afraid of dying or
Am I afraid of living...

I hang here on this wall
Waiting for them...