She has many scars,
she has cried many tears...

Jumping of the edge,
diving in the dark...

They are yelling,
she is crying...

You see the gun,
tou turn and run...

In the silence of the night,
she takes out her razor blade...

She hears a noise,
their creeping up behind her...

A distant place,
In her mind...

Tears fall down her pretty face,
blood runs down her soft arm...

You all miscontrued my smiles,
there not real its all an act...

She lives in a house,
but doesnt call it home...

Suspended on silver wings,
im bleeding...

Those i have trusted,
let me down...