The cuts on your arms
you say its just self harm...

She stays in her room all day
no one comes up to see if shes okay...

I found it hard to tell
but they caught me when i fell...

My dearest sister of pain
i never knew this feeling until i read them again...

Tell me a story a story of anguish and puerile...
do anything anything,put your hands in my fate...

Let us search for this meaning
That same one that gives us feeling...

Look at me
look into my eyes...

I will love you today
although im not sure about tomorrow...

Locked up in that dingy, dingy room
her one space ,one space of doom...

Tell me a story a story of anguish and puerile...
do anything anything,put your hands in my fate...