We are the boys of tomorrow
with broken hearts...
As he turns to get on the plane, I don't want him...
Memories flash in front of me like an old T.V...
Every time I think of you,
I die inside, day by day...
So many thoughts
Running through my mind...
Why is it always me?
Is it because people cant see...
I must be pretty talented,
I must be pretty smart...
Ten red lines mark her arm, she trys to hide them...
More lines come at that time.. But she doesnt even...
That was
my room...
I feel the sharp knife cut through my skin
the pain...
Death and pain all around
I wanna feel what I'm drowning in...
There she sits all alone
She only wants someone to hear...
She's crying everyday
Even though you always see her smile...