Walk up the stairs
and fall on the bed...

Daddy, why'd you go?
why'd you have to die...

How come when we talk we always fight?
Why must I be wrong while your always right...

There he is
walking my way...

One day I'll wish upon the stars
and then wake up without my scars...

I've taken too much shi t in my life
to keep on living with all my strife...

Messed up people do their best
to do the same just like the rest...

What am I doing?
I must be sick...

Every night she lays in bed
and cries herself to sleep...

I sit in the corner
and pray for my life...