Take the razor
press it to your skin...

She sits there
screaming to herself...

You promised you wouldn't end it all
that you would always be here to catch me as i...

If home is where the heart is
Then a heart I must be lacking...

Broken promises
we lost a life...

I thought these thoughts were gone
but i guess i was wrong...

So she goes to school
with bracelets on her wrist...

This is a note
To The One I Love...

This is my confession
where i write my pain...

You tell me to go to the car
so i go real fast...

Black and blue
the colors of my arms...

Today i need to get away
maybe i should runaway...