The music pumping loud
my soul flying free...

I can tell that you\'re that lost
i can tell that you\'re mad...

A little girl with her dad
now he's gone, and she's left sad...

This burning hell i feel inside
just take the pain why run and hide...

I close my eyes, and go sit in my room
and lock the door,begin to gloom...

A knife in my hand
blood on the floor...

One little lie
one little tiwst...

Holding my wrists in pain
letting myself go again and again...

Curled up in a corner
wrists dripping of pain...

Sitting on the floor
my wrists covered in red...

I sit alone in the shaddows
all alone, all by my self...

Shut out in a corner
locked tight up in a box...