The world is dying
going corrupt...

In my dreams
you are there...

I saw him today
he saw me too...

See this knife...
see this wrist...

You said i was your bestie
if i am then why are you ignoring me...

My life will stay this way
where I'm always walking with a blade in one...

What happened to all the good times we shared?
what happened to your loveing arms...

Arguments, discrimination
thats all i ever get from you...

I'm so sick of being perfect when no one really...
why bother with all you people that won't see me...

Why?
Why does everyone treat me like this...

I hold the razor to my wrist
Thinking about the guy who once loved me...