Sidewalk passers, deafening silence,
Strange, abnormal glances...
When her father beat her
She never ever would cry...
When the blood pours out
they think you've gone insane...
My name is Crystal
I have a rough past...
I'm layin here,
lost...
When you ask me why i do it,
i honostly dont know...
I'm a cutter,
yea I'm just like you...
Have you ever thought that you might go insane?
that one day you'll snap and not be that same...
How funny is it to you people?
Playing with my feelings...
A tear slides down my cheek
i cut a little deeper...
Why do you have to hurt me so bad
when its not even my fault...
She has everything she ever wanted
she's so lucky...