First it starts to hurt
and all the memories come back...

This girl i know so well
is fighting with herself...

I do not want to do this
but its my only choice...

I can remember everything
the words the tears the pain...

The broken heart and pain
hasn't gotten better...

Here we go again
I've fallen one more time...

I have this little bottle
that's filled with lots of hurt...

A dark and scary night
i sat at my table...

I see these broken pieces
all gathered in my hand...

Sitting in my room
crying on my bed...

I know this broken girl
her heart is very bare...

It makes me really sad
to know that people are lost...