Far Far Away . . .

You Sit Upon Your Desk And Peer Into The Mirror You Hate Wat You See,

And You Hate Where You Are Somewhere Else You Want To Be,

Away From Them Far Far Away You Want To Be Left Alone,

You Don't Eat Don't Sleep Don't Drink Your Just A Bone,

You Slice And Dice,

Once Or Twice,

Every night For The Last Three Years,

And You've Had Nothing On Your Face But Tears,

Your Wrists Arms All Scarred,

As You Wanna Play The Death Card,

You Slice To Deep And Once To Many,

But You Think Your Life's Not Worth A Penny,

Until You Realise You Are Loved And People Do Care,

And Your Hearts No Longer A Tare,

You OK Your Fine,

Now Your Not Alone And No More Cuts Do You Have To Line.