When you slit your wrists,
is it a scream for help...

Oh Dad, why did we leave you?
because you were a horrid man...

The rain slatters on the wall,
its amazing he can even talk at all...

There is something missing from behind her eyes.
Nothing but lies and crys for help...

I go to school like once a week,
because when i go i feel so weak...

I flew into the air, but some how i wasn't aware,
that i was being followed by a mysterious shadow...

Do you ever get that feeling?
that nobody cares...

I hear a scream, a bright light beams, through my...
a life ahead, full of dread, where things will...

If you could see, the inflict of self-injury.
Im sure you would leave me alone, to grown...

Pink Hair, Green Hair, Mean Hair.
Orange Hair, Blue Hair, Boo Hair...

Yesterday you looked at me,
Today you stared...

A terrible pain, runs through your vains.
A slit and slice feeling...