I open up the black and silver case,
And take the sharpener out...

I wear a bracelet on my arm,
Of the most beautiful ruby red...

I stand alone, my soul stripped bare,
I walk alone, and I don't know where...

Another day and I'm on my own.
No one except me at home...

Gun, gun held to my head,
Weighing me down, as heavy as lead...

Tick To-ck, Tick To-ck,
The clock slowly ticks on...

This pain has been locked up inside of me too...
Its starting to break free...

Everyday she wakes up, looks in the mirror,
And spends half and hour painting on her happy...

While you are going about your business today,
I ask you to just think for a few moments...

I sit silently on my bedroom floor,
Holding a gun close to my head...

I know you think I'm happy,
But whatever you may say...

I'm the girl you laughed at each day,
The girl you told to go away...