Theres this little girl,
i sometimes pretend thats shes dead...
I look at my useless hip
Scars stare back at me...
She hasn't eaten in 2 days
Her dad ran out of cash...
The razor is like a pedophile
He molests my wrists...
Just coz I bleed so I know Iâ??m...
That doesnâ??t make me depressed...
I don't no where i went wrong
i don't no why its all gone wrong...
My eyes became so watery
Blood shot, sorrowful and lonely...
Cutting through her sorrows,
The razor becomes another enemy...
She watches as they slowly, lower the casket,
Wishing she had never told him to take that...
You ever been all mixed up?
One minute your happy...
I'm so sick of life, so sick of pain,
So sick of being forced to walk in the rain...
*Dedicated to Ian Angiolet Who Died in a car crash...
I can't believe you're gone...