On my shirt and on my dress,
100 dots, not more, not less...

Drugs, alcohol and older boys,
no more barbies or other toys...

I feel dizzy
my face goes pale...

There's nothing more beautiful then self inflicted...
when you feel really down and have nothing to...

She's scared of the dark
and afraid to go to bed...

Falling for someone is easy for me
but gettign over them is so much harder...

It's not called emo
it's called realistic...

I am not right
not right for this place...

They all keep me sane
and they keep me alive...

Friends are for secrets
they're not there to lie...

All my thoughts seem to get in the way
during all the days that go by...

It seems hard to live
what i used to have is now gone...