Take a glance at the hand you used to hold
On the wrist scars show bold...

Here I lay
Knife in hand...

Mr. Martin is half japaneese
He has a small weneese...

Standing in the rain
Crying like my hearts breaking...

He was a man
Yet not a man...

Every day I play a part
The girl with the perfect life...

What happens when you run out of tears
And all your left with are your greatest fears...

I gave you my heart
Placed it in your hand...

How did I end up like this
I used to have a happy life...

The street I live on
It's called Cherry Tree Lane...

It's one o clock in the morning
And I refuse to fall asleep...

The air is hot
And filled with smoke...