Her friends show her, there cuts
like its no big deal...
What did we ever do wrong
why is it that we just don't belong...
I wish I could tell you the few thoughts
That keep replaying in my head...
I feel so alone
Like no ones there...
>>trapped<<
Lost in a dark hole of woe and pain...
My wrist is itching
Like it knows my thoughts...
Sick in the stomach,
whenever im upset...
Everyday for 4 whole years
the only thing thats filled my mind...
Happiness, joy, wonderment and glee,
all of these emotions, they are wasted on me...
Baby girl likes to dance for free.
I liked the way she moved all over me...
(about cutting)
been there...
You cut your wrist and watch it bleed,
the pain you want, yes you succeed...