So here i sit
so alone and confused...
She slams her bedroom door
As tears run down her cheek...
I’m staying up late,
I have nothing to do...
Another day goes by
And still, no sign...
I not only cry for you,
But what I missed out on...
She’s a suicidal girl her wrists are
Bloody with scars all over them...
He didn't want to fight with her anymore,
So he turned away, and stormed out the door...
I hold my knife against my skin,
Quivering I begin to stick it in...
You'll never know what my homes like,
you may think everything is great...
I am the girl with the messed up life
i am the girl who takes comfort from a knife...
God, give me wings,
let me have the chance to fly with you tonight...
It is raining,
I am home aloan...