How hard must I press before the knife breaks...
How much pain must I endure before the blade...

I sing a song only heard by the dying,
A song that is sung by all who are crying...

I looked in your eyes and asked if I could,
You just stood silent so I knew that I should...

Why did you leave me standing there,
I thought that you had started to care...

Thoughts of you fill my mind,
Why did you try to be so kind...

I feel your skin with the tips of my fingers,
Chills run down your spine as the sensation...

My will to live is slowly escaping from my ever...
With thoughts of blades on wrists to take away...

My mind is racing and my heart is beating,
Sweat drips down my face from the heat I'm...

Never been kissed never been touched,
Never been loved never had more than enough...

You took a piece of my heart and I don't want it...
Keep it always just like I will keep yours...

He looks to his side and see's her talking,
Staring in awe as she flips her hair...

Suppose I never met you, and never knew your name.
Suppose I never said hello, expecting you to do...