She tries to hide the bruises
Imprinted on her arms...
You didn't do anything wrong, it's all me this...
I don't really know what's wrong...
...Yet no one knows.
Of the hurt...
He gets into his car
With only one destination in mind...
My nails are coloured black.
My hair covers my eyes...
No, your right, I am not tough
Yes, every night I cry...
I put the blade in my hand
No one listens no one understands...
A dark place
A shallow grave...
Wax butterflies glitter in the air,
As the sun beats down upon...
The keyboard's clacking away, but it's so loud I...
The wind's blowing hard; I've forgotten what I was...
Pull the trigger there it goes,
Blood all over her Sunday clothes...
Never mind my broken heart,
The one you abused and tore apart...