The scars on her wrist tell a story.
A story of pain and haterige. The ling nights of...

The day he shattered my heart, I thought it would...

She wanted something else, something different...

I lie on the pavement
Chest torn open...

No matter how long it's been.
My feelings for you have been the same...

If you killed yourself in your room tonight
who would find you there next day...

Guy: "Can we have sex right now?"
Girl: "Can we do what?&quot...

Like a clown I put on a show, these four walls...

Laughing
Laughing...

The images I hold no longer comfort me,
I stare and it stared back as a sighlent tear...

He told her to close he eyes.. and so she did so...

Have you ever wanted to slit your wrist and pray...
Have you ever wanted somthign so bad and you...