The Kid in the Corner

â??Kid in the Cornerâ??

Iâ??m the kid in the corner,
The one, with the gun
I could blow everyoneâ??s brains out, if I so choose.
But, the gunâ??s not loaded so every time I shoot,
I get the pain of rejection in my invisible wounds.

Youâ??ll never know how torn, torn can be,

Because I am the kid in the corner,
the one with no voice.
For every time I speak,
Youâ??re their to slap me hard.

But, all I have is the gun without the bullets,
to burn you deep.

Because, I am only the kid in the corner,
The one who cries herself to sleep.
You wonâ??t be me, so Iâ??ll be you
All you do though is cut me deep.

I canâ??t hurt you the gunâ??s not loaded and I have no voice.
Iâ??m the kid in the corner,
The one with the knife
The knife, all that it can do it cut its owner, whoâ??s me.

Because I am the kid in the kid in the corner
With the gun without ammo and with no voice
Who cries herself to sleep.

Now I have no life because the corner is bare.
The knife will always be there to end my life.
The knife is the only one I can rely on to end my life.
For you are my knife.