This is the story of a girl
who hates her life...
Pages of my diary,
Full of myself...
I cried myself to sleep last night
But no one seemed to care...
Today a boy walked in front of a car
And another cut his wrists...
Memories of what used to be,
Memories of the past that still haunts me...
On the outside is a girl who is always dandy
on the inside is a girl who keeps the razor handy...
Alive , But Dead !
My life is empty, just a repeated routine...
BLOOD
On the floor...
I hate you
They way you make believe...
I once was a child
Oh so long ago...
The knives stare at me from their thick wooden...
I tried to escape...
This mirror is broken,
It must be cracked...