You may say that this has nothing to do with
life...

Hiding in the shadows
lost and forgotten...

Holding on, hanging by a thread
lost...

Living is like floating
but what goes up comes down...

My friend is lost and can not find herself
She was happy until that one dark night...

There is no such thing as love made simple
you always sink deeper and deeper into it...

My grades are never high enough
a B to low to suffice...

As i sit i listen
closely to my heart...

Sweet teardrops falling
Streaming down my face...

That special feeling
im lost in this mess...

All he can see
is the shine in her eyes...

She cut for control, she cut until she felt no...
She almost killed herself, cut to close to the...