A cut on my wrists
So simple but at the same time difficult...

Bullet to my head
Thoughts running through my brain...

Standing among the betrayed
Becoming one of them...

Sexy voice
Beautiful eyes...

Another broken promise
My soul is in pieces...

Shallow and unconcerned.
Vulnerable and out of control...

Without suffering
There would be no compassion...

Life...doesn't matter anymore
Love...what's the point...

Rumors spread through the bathroom walls
Lives shattered by the bullies' work...

Ended with a hello.
Started with a good-bye...

Dried up blood
Loaded guns...

So many emotions I can't describe
It's like a paper and pencil is not enough...