My razor's the one who tells me everything's ok,
After YOU tell me i need to pay!

My leg cries when my eyes won't
My razor helps me when my friends don't

You won't see me shed a single tear,
You won't see any of my fear
All you'll see is me holding on,
Forgetting about you and pretending you're gone

I need to scream
I need to cry
I need to cut
I want to die

I look in the mirror every day, at the stranger staring back at me. I wonder if one day i'll know, who it is i see.

I wish life was like an editing room,
where i could rewind and pause at the good times, delete out the sad times, and fast forward through the hard times.

Happily ever after.....sounds like a foreign language to me.

Don't tell me that you care, Don't feed me that shit,
Cuz i'm fed up, I'm sick of it.

It's easy to tell someone you care about them,
But not so easy to tell them, when you don't anymore.

Just hold on and you'll see,
I can be everything you want me to be.