I'm sick of this pain,
Where I say that I'm OK...

I don't know how to tell you
But truly your the best...

As I grasp the razor
I think of who I am...

I am like the paper
and my friends are like the glue...

Am i just a statue
looking strait at you...

Dark and Sad
I lay on my bed...

Go away rain
i don't want to play...

I hate you.
It's true...

My scars are now my memories.
They make me who I am...

In my heart i get this feeling,
it's like it was before...