Sunday night ten minutes to ten
a young girl thought it was her...
The tears in my eyes
The burning inside...
You will never know,
The pain behind these eyes...
I am a cutter
yes it is true...
I bet you can't guess my favorite color,
It can be bright or it can be duller...
One morning I wake up
I seen my girl was missing...
When I want to love
Something keeps holding me back...
Looking into the mirror,
I see a sight that gives me fear...
I hate this life
I wish to die...
Why do you yell
When you don't do sh*t...
My parents they fight
my grades get low...
That girl in the corner
the one that never talks...