Sitting alone in my dark room
my knife is calling me...
Once there was a guy
who went thru so much pain...
I can take pain
I can take a beating...
There's a little place that I run to every time...
It's not happy there, but right now, I like the...
The ground crumbles underneath my feet
As I break down in defeat...
Tears of a thousand children,
Flooding my dreams like a river...
Its late at night...
I can't sleep...
I'm at my breaking point
the next thing that hurts me...
Today a smile , pressure in my head
can't pick the pencil up...
Sometimes it's easier to hide
Sometimes it's easier to be quiet...
Sometimes I'm feeling pretty small
And no one's there to call...
Of light there comes no light
Bleeding me a blast of sight...