All alone i sit here
i only want to die...

You know those days
when nothing specific is wrong...

Watch me die
stare as i decay...

Look what you've done to me
are you happy with what you see...

Don't you hate it when
you really need to say something...

Everyday there's something new
cutting, depression, anorexia too...

Everyone knows and everyone hates
the drama and pain that the heart creates...

The audacity
inconsistancy...

Someone tell me what i'm worth
help me figure it out...

Right so here it is.. this weekend i have to go to...
any ideas...

Hide the pain that i feel
bury it deep inside...

I see him everyday
i hear his fake laugh...