She sits alone in her seat on the school bus
Pretending she is headed somewhere else...
Slicing away
makes my day...
My hand itches,
To pull it across...
Cry baby cry,
Your life is a lie...
She's a burst of luminous colors; eyes always...
Always has her head up high, as she walks through...
I am the outcast
I wonder how long the stares will last...
O razorblade
O razorblade...
This is my story
of a heart-broken girl...
A life is wasted
the young girl felt...
Had ever there been a person,
To care for her child...
I don't know how to feel.
Everyone is telling me...
You know things are bad
When a smile makes u sick...