I have perfected the art
Of my fake smile...

Scared of planes,
Scared of heights...

And all she wants to do,
Is curl up into a ball...

Standing here at the edge of my knife,
Wondering whether this is my life...

Burning and burning
Fading slowly to the end...

I see a girl, hiding on the floor
I see an innocent look in her eyes...

They tell me to push them away
But I don’t know if I can...

I feel so sick of myself
Each time I look in the mirror...

Raindrops on my window,
Heart sinking fast...

All I want is to stop this cold,
That makes me feel so alive...

Why won't you tell me what you feel?
Why do I have to hear of anything not from you...

I come here,
To feel at peace...