People say I’m nasty
People say I’m mean...

Why am i so critical?
You know the definition...

Ripped apart
Torn to pieces...

-I need advice on what to tell my friend-
How is this happening...

Ive known you for about 15 years
and still I'm waiting for you...

I see right threw you
You think no one can...

It was a horrible day
The one that follows...

Me
Look into the eyes of that lifeless soul...

A cry in the night,
Fragile pinpoints of light...

I want you more then anything
I have no reason why...

I hesitate to pull out the old friendly face
The pink double bladed razor, hidden in a secret...

Ripping, tearing, pulling apart
Sad and lonely, a blackend heart...