*Hit* Swollen Lip.
*Smack* Black Eye...

The leaves are gone by winter.
They're back by spring...

My own language,
Few speak it...

Depression sinking in,
Going deeper, farther below the skin...

"I like you"
Such a simple sentence...

Sitting here,
Looking through my yearbook...

Another day has gone by,
Another scar upon my wrists...

Sometimes I want to cry out,
Sometimes I want to hide...

She's a singer,
wanting to be heard...

I know I’m not the best,
At any given time...

Since you don't feel the same way,
I feel about you...

My dreams fill my head.
A face on my mind...