I miss the way we talked
Hours upon end...

Have you ever had those days
When you wish it all would end...

He's on the sidewalk bleeding
Stabbed ten minutes ago...

Theres a little thing I like to call
God damn self respect...

Dark, black, nothing to see
Hate, cold, rushing through me...

I was playing with the lock
Upon my locker door...

I don't want to see you waiting
For me at the door...

You stand on your corner
Girl, what have you done...

My arms are cut to ribbons
I hate the pain of life...

Within My room are treasures
Lies and hate to name a few...