Who is that girl I see?
She has a broken heart...

I hate you,
I hate everything that has and can be...

Time is running out,
You must hurry, you must race...

The tears are rolling down fast now,
She knows she has to escape somehow...

When you walked out the door,
I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore...

The scars on my arm represent a story,
Maybe not to youâ€&brvbar...

I hate you more than words can express.
I wish had never met you, and gotten into this...

When you walked out the door,
I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore...

The tears are rolling down fast now,
She knows she has to escape somehow...

Time is running out,
You must hurry, you must race...