Walking down the hall
Face in my book...

Everyday I wonder why everything happens the way...
With everything falling apart...

The cuts were bleak
Not too deep...

He walked up to me
And kissed me gentally...

Fragile and Broken
Dark clothes, hair and nails...

Shes hiding in the corner
Shes running from the pain...

He was kind and caring
Always there when you needed someone...

Slipping from grip
I cant take this trip...

The blade and me were simply just meant to be
My true best friend...

Look at me
And maybe you'll finally...

Walking through the hall
Head down with my books by my side...

Numb as can be
My body breaks free...