The silver glint of cold harsh reality
As it draws a line for you...

I looked in to the eyes
The eyes that once were mine...

I sit in this broken home
This broken life...

The sound of the single tear
Dripping on to the stone floor...

She sits in the room
Surrounded by voices...

The words fall of your tongue
Like honey sticky and sweet...

The red substance dripping to the ground
Drip...

I lay there were you threw me
I lay there very still...

The girl inside the mirror
Is staring back at me...

Nobody deserves to be beaten
Thats what my teacher says...

Once my best friend was always there
Always there to help me...

Slowly you turn away from me
And start walking...