No one to turn to
So I turn to myself...
Crossing to the door
of the depths of love...
The wind is breezing
It's so cold here...
Left for dead
On sixth avenue...
I had a dream terribly wrong
so bad it could only be in a song...
Razor blade so shiny and sharp,
Across my wrist you slide...
Who's that little girl in my reflection,
Crying and asking for some affection...
I drag the blade down my arm and it all begins...
surely there's another way to escape from all this...
I hate myself so much right now
I gave in to food, I don't know how...
The clock is ticking in my room
I wonder when it'll stop...
All I want for Christmas are Friends
someone who can help me through the bends and...
I want to tell you my story
Of my relationship with guys...