Katie you rock,
even though you're having a mental block...

So many times I've cut,
So many times I've cried...

People say,
That I'm the perfect girl...

I feel pushed out,
and kicked to the curb...

Thank God its over,
He's my four leaf clover...

If I fly,
will you help me...

Broken Glass,
on the floor...

He started again, because of me.
WHy couldn't I...

I quiver and shake,
I'm like an earthquake...

I want to cut so bad,
make lines in my skin...

All this confusion,
must be an illusion...

He sits by the window,
black hair blowing...