I sit in a room full of people
but i stand alone...
A red verticle line crosses my wrist
My nail digging deeper into my skin...
Sand falling everywhere,
surrounded by glass walls...
Blast the stereo high for
I don't want to hear the lies...
We are all used
treated like plastic...
Betrayal
Be...
Sick of trying,
Tired of dying...
When I'm sad you make me smile
when I'm mad u end up making me laugh...
Screams echo
words cut deep...
Life hates me life doesnt care
it takes...
25 times
The number of lies...
I think about you, cut my wrist
I think about her, another slit...