Sitting on the edge of the world
the wind running through my hair...

No one even knows im there
they dont notice that im scared...

Its like no one hears me
even when im shouting out loud...

You think i hate you
for what you've done...

This little flame of anger
used to flicker within...

Hold my hand
and take me some where new...

If i tryed to describe
how you took away everything that hurts...

Her pale face on the floor
looks like i can do no more...

I dont need your pitty
or your sorrow and morn...

I'm writing this all now
line after line...

Your deep under my skin
with all my secret thoughts with in...

Would you
hold me when i cry...