Smooth appearance on the outside
but broken and beaten on the inside...

You slit my throat so I can't scream,
you slit my wrists so I can't hold on...

It seems God took your wheel
and drove you straight to heaven...

I'm addicted to the drug,
and i've gotten the disease...

If only i had a dollar for every tear that fell...
i'd be a millionare...

Last night I let out a cry
But I told myself just to try...

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?
Saying something and wishing you hadn't? or saying...

Almost a year has gone by,
though it seems like just yesterday...

Speak of the words your mother once said.
as i lay here and think up in my bed...

Lines of blood,
dry upon my wrist...