She thinks she has no friends,
the knife is always there...

You should know that when i die,
you'll be on my mind...

When I see her with you,
I think of what i did wrong...

In her eyes, are stories to tell,
The pain and torture she knows so well...

Her eyes are red from all her tears,
the pain and torture of many years...

207 days gone down the drain,
Once again, i gave into the pain...

I cant trust no-one,
No-one can trust me...

Cutting just eases the pain, for a lonely moment...
I get to the top, then once again, I have to...

Around one corner is my life,
around another is the knife...

My love for you is way too strong,
Its stopping me from moving on...

I know i have to understand,
that what you did was wrong...

Don't look at me, i won't see,
Don't call my name, it won't be me...