Sometimes i dont understand
why my life is this way but yours is all going according to plan.
i hurt and i cry
i hate living this lie
you see my broken smile
and say you will stay awhile
but i cannot trust
ive waited too long my knife has begun to rust
i must pick it up
and let it cut
i must let the blood flow
before i let the pain show
i cannot let you win
i must continue with my lovely sin...
