Everything is eating
me away...

Physically,
beat me...

It's all my fault,
for getting all these...

Would you like me to say,
that I swallowed a bunch of pain killers...

I don't understand you.
How can you say...

I stare into the mirror
looking at myself...

I'll never be good enough for anyone.
There's always something the matter with me...

Why hasn’t the past left me?
I have all these unanswered questions in me...

There's a girl in my mirror,
crying and there's nothing I can do to make her...

Life would be so much better,
if you were like her...

I trusted you,
depended on you to be there...

Doesn't it hurt,
when someone leaves...