|the truth is|
i hate seeing you...

My days are getting more and more tough
theres times i just want to say "enough&quot...

She looks in the mirror and examines herself
She finds her lucky razor, hidden on the shelf...

My escape is this shattered piece of glass
I get so scared-so I do it fast...

I'm left with the pieces
The pieces he no longer needed...

I loved him && he loved me
She walked by -> then who\'d he see...

I sit and grip my knife
Would you be prepared if i took my life...