I'm sick of all the pain
I'm sick of all the lies...
Great personality
great sense of humor...
I'm not good enough
I'm to fat...
When she was five
Her Mum and Dad split up...
Not everyone knows
The truth about my depression...
My veins bleed
The metal burns...
Oh these tears,
Like a waterfall of rain...
I have mastered a method to suppress my pain
No longer will I let my cheeks have a tear stain...
Fallen have so many tears
Over the past few years...
Looking into the mirror
Staring back, what do I see...
I feel so alone
i have no one to call my own...
I don't know what's going on
I haven't talked to you in a while...