Too many times have i pretended not to be mad.
Too many times have you allowed me to be...

Now a days your priorities are mixed up.
Your guys come first...

All alone I shiver
Wishing to understand...

Once i met a guy
And i had a little crush...

The week has been rough
I've held in my stress...

A thousand good byes streamed from my eyes
The last i love yous were said...

No
Intense touching of their lips...

My eyes may always be stained with tears
And your wrists may always bleed...

When you were away...
Tears fell from my eyes...

Things have been rough
With your life and your guy...

I'm falling far away from you
Little by little I'm losing hold...

Troubles running through my head
All solutions are already dead...