I see the fear in her eyes,
The pain she is bearing, holding with her arms...
Can someone really save you
when you're running from yourself...
Sometimes I am the greatest
and sometimes I am the weakest...
I thrive on the sadness
that tears at my heart...
She sits there on the floor
while her tender heart continues to bleed...
Alone in the world
she needed a friend...
Do you really hate me?
Do you clearly not see...