I sit her and listen
to the dove's mournful cries...

It hurts
so bad that...

A cold blooded person
with black hatred so raw...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord to make me weep...

I hate what I am; what I've become inside
I don't even feel bad all those times I lied...

I've been depressed since seventh grade
I hope that soon my life will fade...

I cry myself to sleep at night
I know that I should do whats right...

My life has already begun to fade
as I reach out and grab the blade...

I let you see me being happy and smiling
I don't let you see me bleeding and crying...

No one wants to know
the beautiful girl...