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

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

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

I would make my way down town,
till i find myself at home...

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

Sit in a room,
just you and me...

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

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

If i die, would you feel?
Would you notice that i was real...

Why do people ask, why do i want to die?
Why do i want to leave this place, and go live in...

When I'm alone, I'll tell you what i do,
I think of ways that i can hurt you...

Please answer my plea,
I need you with me...