There are bruises inside of me that can't be...
WHY do i feel as if my lips are sealed...

You Sit Upon Your Desk And Peer Into The Mirror...
And You Hate Where You Are Somewhere Else You Want...

Those Slits Upon Your Wrists,
And Those Bruises On Your Fists...

A Mask Of Beauty She Hides Behind,
But Really Her Happiness She Cannot Find...

There are bruises inside of me that can't be...
WHY do i feel as if my lips are sealed...

I sit here in front of the mirror, asking what is...
Wheres the ugliness everyone seems to see...

You Can't Sleep,
You Can't Eat...

Before You Cut Yourself Again
Just Think...

A Mask Of Emotions Is What She Hides Behind,
Sadness, Loneliness, Hatred...

To Mum,
Sometimes Life May Get You Down...

Mommy When Daddy Hits You,
He Hits Me Too...

I Feel Used,
Confused...