Little broken record,
She still sings her same old song...
People cut themselves,
They say it eases their pain...
Sickness
comes from my stomach...
She stares at her tear stained reflection
Searching and longing to see that perfection...
She walks this lonely street
Tears r running down her face...
Your sweet kisses cut me deep
when I feel down, you always put me to sleep...
No one sees
the pain i hide...
Mom is crying,
And even now the blade is lying...
My heart crushing beneath the pain,
my soul crying out in sorrow...
There's a noose around my neck
There's a gash upon my wrist...
I have the razor in my hand
and I'm looking at my scars...
My hug-able teddy bear
You are my best friend...